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6 years

So, about 2 posts ago, or 1 year ago to be [almost] exact, I posted about the joys and quirks of five years of marriage. And I think this deserves an update, as we quickly approach the 6 year mark.

  • Those fancy registry sheets were replaced. My mom and I bought 2 sets at Bed Bath and Beyond, a brown and a yellow set. Tom is convinced that the brown set is softer. He is also not sure that the thread count is to his liking. You know the Princess and the Pea? Well there is also the real life fairy tale of my life called the Big Bear and the Pea. I have never known anyone as picky and sensitive about his sleeping arrangements as my husband. Thankfully he married someone who loves giggling about it, because it really is adorable to me rather than irritating (for the most part).



  • I still have not pulled out our fancy electric knife sharpener to sharpen our knives. The thing has not been used once. I just deal with dull knives. This is how lazy I am. (If Tom ever used them, which he doesn't as I am the cook of the family, he would have sharpened them by now. He is not as lazy as me.)



  • We still don't have enough spoons. We just use the bigger spoons more often. Another thing I should have worked on, which I have not.



  • We are still on the fourth coffee maker. However, Tom has become a coffee snob and no longer drinks coffee out of the coffee maker. He makes lattes with a stove-top espresso maker and a very fancy milk frother that his mom bought him for Christmas. And he only uses coffee from Intelligensia. Which is ok, because though it is very expensive, I have students who work there and love me enough to give it to me for free.



  • While we still have those 5-10 recipes that we like, we have been doing the South Beach diet this year. Which messed the whole thing up, because a lot of my recipes aren't SBD friendly. I went through a very angry period, because it felt like I had to start all over with this cooking thing. But I have revamped some recipes, and we have slacked a bit on the diet, and it is back to being ok. And it is helping my big bear become a littler, healthy bear, so it is worth it.



  • I still can't imagine my life without this man, and this year has proved his faithfulness and love for me in new ways, as I have often been a chaotic mess. He loves me so well and is so strong for me, and I can not begin to describe how precious these last 6 years with him have been.




We have no idea where this next year will take us. I am pretty terrified about that right now. But I am so thankful to have my best friend along with me on this journey. And as he graduates from Fuller in 2 weeks and (hopefully, please God, hopefully) finds a job in the upcoming months, I am confident that we will continue to be good together, partnering together for the Kingdom.

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