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1 + 1 = 7

Since I no longer have time to blog very frequently (yep, it happened, but it’s not dead yet!), it’s kind of amusing to see the large shifts in topic and mood between my posts now.

The last blog I wrote was about my long and violent saga exterminating rat(s) in our basement (attic?). Since then, I just haven’t felt moved enough to start typing again. I mean, what in my life these days can compete with the drama of outsmarting vermin on my own turf?

Until today…

Because earlier this week it was my seven year wedding anniversaryOur seven year wedding anniversary:

❤ !!!

Yes, my darling – I feel at least as passionately about you as I feel about RATS.

JUST KIDDING!

Anyone who’s been around me for a hot second lately knows that I’m more in love with my husband than ever. Bordering on co-dependent (I admit it). This “childfree” decision thing seems to have mind-melded us; cemented us even closer than I thought possible…

While it’s true that some of my passion for past loves (like writing) has waned, I’ve leaned harder into my marriage. And I’m not sorry about that at all.

And interestingly enough, also this week I met an inspiring woman in person whom I’ve been corresponding with for a while now; I’ve begun to look up to her and the work she does and have even started to reimagine my own future as a result. She suggested I take a “thinking talents” assessment to hone in on where my natural abilities and passions lie. So I did:

My thinking talents.

Enchanted by how spot on this felt, I asked my dear husband to do the same…

Trent’s thinking talents.

And I just had to smile at what a perfect yin and yang emerged in these two skillsets; so much harmony, but also so much difference. A beautiful balance.

Our love definitely lies in things like our humor and our ability to feel deeply for others. But we are so different as well, in how we drive each other forward (me for Trent) and buoy each other up (Trent for me) when we’ve taken too much on and need to be reminded of the here and now. I see so clearly how my analytical mind supports Trent’s enlessly innovative mind (the source of his creativity, I suppose).

The science of love. 1 + 1 = 7 years.

Plus 50 more = lovers at 90!

Maybe?

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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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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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