& all we get for this is Cotton?

*The pictures of our wedding in this post are ridiculously beautiful, because they were taken by photo extraordinaire and overall super star Al Herrmann.

Today, Skylar and I have been married for two years.  In those two years I got a new job, got pregnant, left job to move from LA to Chicago for Skylar's new job, we put our house in LA on the market, {sound of crickets chirping}, rented house out, lost lots and lots of $ in the process, had baby, I turned 30 {dun-dunn}, started a bakery, Skylar got a pay cut, and now, our big announcement, why I'm funky & not sleeping:  We are officially moving to Connecticut.  Skylar got a promotion.

Wow, that has felt overwhelming, but to see it in black and white... 

Because Skylar and I lived together (in sin, whoop whoop!) before we got married, I did not think marriage would change our relationship very much.  It really did, though.  Somehow, not having a way out without the aid of icky lawyers, made us work though our problems quicker and more efficiently.  We were not friends before we got married.  Honestly, we did not develop a friendship until we moved to Chicago, and we had to spend time together.  It was awesome.  Like falling in love again, but a lot less scary.

Having a baby was reallllllllllllllllly hard on our relationship, at first.  I think this is common, and we will hopefully go though that hard time again with baby #2 someday.  We had to find a way to work together, and find it out while sleep deprived and unbathed.  It was not sexy.  

Losing about 20% of the value of the house while it sat on the market, while the real estate market crashed and left carcases all around it, for lack of a better word, sucked.  We were sort of trendsetters in the losing everything you have trend that is sweeping the nation.  Hopefully, we did the right thing by taking it off the market.   Hopefully, it will come back in value a bit, and we will be able to make money off of it.  Any-who, it was not a fun time for us.

I know, this post is getting doom and gloom, but I going somewhere, I promise.  With all that theses two years have brought us, with all the moving and job changes, and belly button popping out, and a baby being born, and our financial life going up in flames, I love Skylar more and more all the time.  There have been days where I've been so mad at him, I could spit.  Even then, we have so much fun together.  It is like I'm angry and spitting and laughing and enjoying myself all at the same time.

I'm also very proud of him.  As much as I am funked out about moving, I am once again amazed by his resourcefulness to get a promotion, a raise and the benefits of our dreams, in this economy.    

I love you, baby, and I hope someday we a have a good solid year of nothing exciting.  Until then, I'm happy to spit and giggle at the same time with you.  

Comments

[brynne]

*sniff*

Now I'm melancholy and blue.

Thanks so much, mom.

[Liz Massey Gendel]

Wow. That was beautiful. Stay tough, sister.

[Skylar]

It sure was beautiful, I cannot top it and can only say...I love you more!

[Al]

I wish we could all go to your mom's for y'all to renew your vows every year.

I'm sad for you having to move, but excited for your new beginnings! (and the horse!!!)

Do I get to be the Kitty Kourier again, please?

xoxoxoxox

[Al]

You guys are so lucky to have each other! Your love fills me with joy snd hope! Thank you for sharing this with all of us, Mary!!!!!

[Mary]

Thanks everyone! Y'all are the best. We are luck in so many ways, and very lucky to have such problems.

I'm giving myself till the end of the weeks to snap out of my funk. This weekend is all about Tylenol PM & shopping & brunching. That might sound shallow, but I think it will do the trick.

[Molly]

That is so sweet! Connecticut is one lucky place.

[Mickie]

I relate to your post word for word, except my move was from Austin to Chicago!!! Yall will be GREAT up there, and your family will only continue to grow in love and awesomeness. Yeah for yall!!! ; )

Now, off to kiss my sweet patooty, and tell him I love him too...