It is 7:15pm on Sunday. Dinner is in the oven (meatloaf and baked potatoes), I'm showered and rested (I took a 2 hour nap this afternoon), the house is quiet aside from the British accent of the man-on-tape reading C.S. Lewis' Perelandra to Tyler. My heart-shaped cake is in pieces in the freezer, awaiting icing and fondant. The laundry is done, the main floor of the house is clean (upstairs is tomorrow's project), and the majority of this month's issue of Credenda/Agenda has been read. It was a great weekend.
The other day while Jen and I were on our way to get coffee, she looked at me and said "Can you believe we're in Idaho?" I can't. I can't believe I'm in Idaho, after 2 years of hating Idaho for taking my man away from me. I can't believe I've been married for more than 8 months after waiting for him for 5 years. And yet, here I am - Happily married, living in Idaho.
So the big news of the week is that Bran and I have decided to go on the Atkins Diet! We've both gained weight since we got married, and as a result we're worn out most of the time and just lack energy. We're starting tomorrow, and are going to set our first goal for Randy's Wedding in June. Bran really wants to start lifting weights again, and I've been dying to get back into pilates, so we're going to just do it. I'm excited :)
Sometimes when Dad and I are riding down the road, one of us will say "Can you believe our girls are in Idaho?". Followed by "How did this happen?"
ReplyDeleteThat you live in Idaho is weird enough but you live in the town where Bran's grandparents met in 1955 and where they lived for the first 2 years of their marriage then 25 years later I moved there to go to college.
ReplyDeleteWeird!