{"id":753,"date":"2008-06-15T15:39:00","date_gmt":"2008-06-15T19:39:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/sunday-june-15-2008\/"},"modified":"2008-06-15T15:39:00","modified_gmt":"2008-06-15T19:39:00","slug":"sunday-june-15-2008","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/sunday-june-15-2008\/","title":{"rendered":"Sunday June 15, 2008"},"content":{"rendered":"

Happy Anniversary to us!  We celebrated six years of fun, laughter, tears, work, play, friendship, and love yesterday.  I can’t believe it’s been that long one minute and the next I think it feels as though we’ve been together forever.  I love, love, love being married to David Lee.  The other day my cousin asked me if I miss my old life and working the job I thrived on.  And you know, two days postpartum and weak as jelly in my knees, I didn’t have the foggiest itch to trade roles.  <\/p>\n

The best part of being married, I think, is that it keeps getting better.  Unlike about everything else in life that gets old and worn out and we get tired of it, love and relationships keep changing and being new and exciting even while they deepen and establish themselves.  David Lee and I are what I call one of the “lucky” couples.  While every relationship takes work, some couples need to work a lot harder then others.  We have our moments (and hours and days, ahem); but for the most part, we just “fit.”  Although, maybe that’s because he’s so easy to get along with.   And truth be told, I think we did more “working through things” in the first six months then some couples get to in the first two years.  I love a million things about him.  Don’t worry.  I won’t post them and make you groan, “Yuck, go get a Hallmark card.” Just one thing.  I love the way he meets my moods……serious, talkative, playful, bored, bouncy, tired, workaholic, lazy, excited, joking, pregnant , silly, formal, ridiculous, exuberant, ….wherever I am, he meets me there.  And while he doesn’t bounce as high as I do and he doesn’t get lazy like I do, he never tells me, “Oh, get over it.”  That, I think, takes some serious kind of loving.<\/p>\n

So here’s cheers to six years.  I hope we get another six many times over.  <\/p>\n

We started celebrating Friday night actually since David Lee has to teach Sunday School and gets tied up with studying Saturday night.  Adam went to Pa Beachy’s house and came home swaggering big because they had a youth work night there and he got to chop wood with the guys.  On the way home he said, “mommy, let me tell you about it.  I was cutting wood with a chain saw…” <\/p>\n

“A chain saw????” I interrupted.<\/p>\n

“Yeah.  Well, mine was a screwdriver actually; but I called<\/em> it my chain saw.”<\/p>\n

Liam stayed with Ruth.  I think the umbilical cord wasn’t quite so severed as I thought it was.  He<\/em> did fine.  At least Ruth said he did.  But I felt very far away and kept wondering if I sent along enough milk and if he had tummy ache and gave him a dozen extra kisses before I tucked him into bed that night.  <\/p>\n

Dining out…just the two of us, was delightful.  We ate at Olivate, a new Italian restaurant in town with superb food, and lovely decor.  Everything was perfect.  Awesome bruschetta.  Great salad.  Even better garlic bread.  And then ooey gooey cheese stuffed shells.  Perfect that is, until we were 3\/4 of the way through main course and another couple was ushered to the booth just behind us.  The man was wearing an absolute cloud of cologne in a very similar scent to the one I gave David Lee just before I got pregnant.  He wore it a lot the week we were at Folly Beach which was also the week I got sick.  Suddenly wave after wave of nausea engulfed me.  That was the end of the pasta and for awhile I was afraid I would revisit the part I’d already enjoyed.  I thought it would surely pass.  But it didn’t.  We skipped dessert and got out as quickly as possible.  “I think,” I said as we hit the road, “we want to wait a very long time before doing the pregnancy thing again.”  It takes a few weeks of feeling good for me to realize just how sick I was.  That night was a rather startling revelation.  By the way, if anyone is interested in an almost full bottle of cologne, this one is heading out the door.  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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