Long Time Short Post
It's been a long time since I posted at all, and this will not be a very long post. I am at work and still have things to do.
Reading through old journal entries and writings is interesting. In some ways I feel as though I've changed a great deal, in some ways not so much. I was 18, 22, 23, 24 when I wrote these posts. 24 doesn't seem so long ago, but 23 does, and 2007 does. I was mentioning to David at lunch today that I have found it more difficult to differentiate between the years, now that my relationship and living statues are stable. I used to label years by who I was with (the summer I was with Matt, the year I met Jon), what school I was at or what job I was working. But none of these factors have changed since 2007, with the exception of the addition of Horticulturally Sound this year, 2010. All else has remained the same. This certainly isn't a complaint, I'm very happy with my current status in life. I love my jobs, I love my home, and love isn't a strong enough word for how I feel about my husband and marital status. But it does make it hard to keep the years seperate in my mind. There was the summer of Stephen and LK (08), the year Rey lived with us (07), and even those sometimes get lumped in with 09 and 10. Pictures are all I have to tell the difference, and even those become difficult, considering that I don't change too much in looks, only in my style (and only barely then, as many of my clothes I've had since high school or earlier). David grew a goatee in 08, so that helps keep 07 apart, but that's about it.
After this year, if all goes well, I will have a differential. David and I have officially begun the process of 'trying', and will hopefully be pregnant with our first child in mere months. I hope it is that easy. I expect it to be, but I know that many healthy couples have trouble getting pregnant. We shall see. I will then have their timeline to remember things by - "so and so was 1 when that happened, she'd just begun to walk", or "No, he was 2 so it much have been 2013. I remember he'd just been potty trained". Milestones don't really happen for us anymore - jobs are steady, school status, home and marital life is steady, looks are fairly steady. I have nothing to mark the years by. I don't really change my wardrobe or decor, so I can't even say "that was before we repainted the kitchen", etc. Children will certainly bring that aspect of change back into our lives.
Baby? I'm excited, I'm scared, I'm anxious, I'm scared, I'm giddy, I'm scared. But that post is for another day.
Reading through old journal entries and writings is interesting. In some ways I feel as though I've changed a great deal, in some ways not so much. I was 18, 22, 23, 24 when I wrote these posts. 24 doesn't seem so long ago, but 23 does, and 2007 does. I was mentioning to David at lunch today that I have found it more difficult to differentiate between the years, now that my relationship and living statues are stable. I used to label years by who I was with (the summer I was with Matt, the year I met Jon), what school I was at or what job I was working. But none of these factors have changed since 2007, with the exception of the addition of Horticulturally Sound this year, 2010. All else has remained the same. This certainly isn't a complaint, I'm very happy with my current status in life. I love my jobs, I love my home, and love isn't a strong enough word for how I feel about my husband and marital status. But it does make it hard to keep the years seperate in my mind. There was the summer of Stephen and LK (08), the year Rey lived with us (07), and even those sometimes get lumped in with 09 and 10. Pictures are all I have to tell the difference, and even those become difficult, considering that I don't change too much in looks, only in my style (and only barely then, as many of my clothes I've had since high school or earlier). David grew a goatee in 08, so that helps keep 07 apart, but that's about it.
After this year, if all goes well, I will have a differential. David and I have officially begun the process of 'trying', and will hopefully be pregnant with our first child in mere months. I hope it is that easy. I expect it to be, but I know that many healthy couples have trouble getting pregnant. We shall see. I will then have their timeline to remember things by - "so and so was 1 when that happened, she'd just begun to walk", or "No, he was 2 so it much have been 2013. I remember he'd just been potty trained". Milestones don't really happen for us anymore - jobs are steady, school status, home and marital life is steady, looks are fairly steady. I have nothing to mark the years by. I don't really change my wardrobe or decor, so I can't even say "that was before we repainted the kitchen", etc. Children will certainly bring that aspect of change back into our lives.
Baby? I'm excited, I'm scared, I'm anxious, I'm scared, I'm giddy, I'm scared. But that post is for another day.