Tag Archives: love

6

Trent and I have been married for 6 years today: May 21. And we had our best anniversary celebration yet, I think.

It’s not hard to outdo our anniversary each year; we don’t usually do a whole lot for it. It falls at a very “eventful” time of year as-is: one week before Memorial Day (when we always travel to D.C. to visit my sister), and two weeks before my birthday.

But we do always try to do something – something special, in the style of Team Temple. Continue reading

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First Days

Today was Trent’s first day at his big NEW JOB.

The last time he changed jobs, I took this adorable picture of him…

Backpack strapped on, all ready to go to work in the morning. Full of excitement. He looked so much like a smiling school boy – it was almost too much for my heart. For a second there, I could almost identify with “parents”…

Anyway, I had to do it again this year, four years later… Continue reading

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Forgotten

I’m so proud of my husband.

He managed to do the one thing that could honestly make our shitty winter of catastrophe manage to look negligible to the tune of George W.’s presidential legacy in the era of Donald Trump.

He got a new job: a dream job. And not only that, he ruthlessly negotiated his way to a huge pay increase, along with a benefits package and PTO time to make you weep (you, not me – I still have unlimited time off, but at least my husband can come on vacation with me now).

All while dealing with a ton of his own drama, like having a broken arm and being in a shoulder-high cast, and having a family that tortures him (more on that later – maybe…).

He is my hero. A true saint of a man. He may not have been able to help out with all the catastrophe physically these last couple months, but he’s just done more for our future than I ever could have asked for, and our past –

– is forgotten.

I swear, I’m not gonna talk about it ANY MORE. It’s all fixed, and paid for, and all there is to do now is get ready for a great summer and love the shit out of my amazing husband.

SuperHubs!!!

(he is still on tap for spring yard work, though – there’s no getting out of that…)

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88

My grandfather is 88 today.

Grandpa Sam on his 88th birthday, April 16, 2017.

It also happens to be Easter Sunday – every once in a while, the stars align and his birthday falls on the holiday. To celebrate, my mother took him to the MGM Grand casino in downtown Detroit. Gambling is his favorite pastime, still, at almost 90 years old. He didn’t win anything big today, but he sounded cheerful, like he genuinely had a good time.  Continue reading

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Unbroken

SuperHubs is back in one piece!

Haven’t seen that arm in two months!

He got his cast off a few days ago; with it went a whole lot of dead skin, but other than that, his arm is healing “remarkably well”. In fact, the doctors were astonished by how well he healed the notoriously pesky “nightstick fracture“. He has unusually “flexible bones,” apparently, and it helped him avoid surgery and another six weeks of physical therapy.

PHEW.

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