Our honeymoon was hilarious and absolutely perfect. I will post another post dedicated entirely to that week alone. But this is for the 12 Project. Looking back on the past year has come to inspire me, to elucidate the magic that is my family. MY family. Out of familiar pre-fab language and habit, the term 'family' has become a very flexible one. But this year, full of
newness, struggle, glory, intimacy and hilarity, has come to frame and renew what I know and own now as 'my family', tiny and new but so, so perfect. It is my sanctuary and my greatest joy. I would drop anything and give everything for it at the drop of a hat. Our family, just two, will become bigger eventually (We want a malamute, so I mean BIG). Instincts and passions will arise and slowly mellow in me in ways I won't know until then. We will fight and we will make up. We will bury our loved and bring new life into the world. We will unleash unflinchingly sarcastic and yet hopelessly clumsy children on the world (the latter could only be attributed to me; Matt couldn't trip even if you blindfolded him). We got to meet up with some of ourfavorite marrieds and see where they are in their walk, in their family and in their love. I will never get over li'l Suzy Crosby; serious name envy! And, when we saw snow on the ground in late August, my migratory leanings felt not just a little self-congratulatory. I have never been more aware of my need to have someone ready to kick me in the ass when I need it. And to have someone who loves me knowing all of it, sometimes in the midst of all of it all. Someone who is willing to let me grow a beard on his face three separate times in a year :)
Love to everyone! Here's to month 2:
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