We are almost completely moved. It's only been going on for the better part of 2 months. I'm nothing if not efficient.
Once all the moving is done, I can finally focus on life. Don't get me wrong, I'm not checking out or anything, but it's hard to remember to search through magazines for a picture that starts with the letter "M" for Zoe's school project, sew a bear onto your daughter's AWANA vest, prepare for the story time at said AWANA, find a pair of ballet flats that you love and are somewhere in the stack of 5 boxes currently in front of your closet and remember to charge your phone.
I know that sounds silly, I do always remember to charge my phone! Life is a bit hectic still and the holidays are upon us.
I know what you're thinking. I've lost track of time and my ballet flats. We are 10 days into birthday season. We have, at a minimum, one birthday a week until mid-October, plus our anniversary. Honestly, I like the anniversary celebration a whole lot more than my birthday for several reasons, but mainly because I feel like we've accomplished something. With a birthday you've been alive for 34 years. Yeah, congratulations, you've been breathing for 34 years. Yeah you! Here's some cake! Don't get me wrong, I love birthdays, but I just don't feel like they really represent anything great now.
Unlike our girl's birthdays. Zoe is super excited as her birthday is the next in line. She always tells people it's her second birthday, but last night I told her it's her fifth birthday. Now the word fifth is her favorite word. She thinks it's so fun to say. Really, she'll be a whole hand, so that's a huge accomplishment! Plus she's no longer calling it her second birthday, so another accomplishment! Yeah Zoe!
Anyway, as I was saying, I like the anniversary better. I feel like that 6 on our imaginary anniversary cake means something. I envision a cake with camouflage decoration, a bride in her gown with camouflage paint on her face pointing a gun off one side of the cake and the groom, dressed in a tux with a camouflaged painted face, pointing his gun off the other side. In a kinda "I got your back" type scene.
In many ways that's how our marriage feels. We're both fiercely protective of our marriage and of each other. No matter what, I know N has my back. For the last 6 years, he's been keeping his post. I've had friends come and go, but he's always been there in the trenches with me. He encourages me, loves me inspite of my quirks, supports me and holds me accountable.
That proverbial "6" that will be on our imaginary camouflage cake this year has more weight that I can fully describe. It's the milestone in life that I'm most proud of. In spite of all this chaos and moving and settling into a routine, he's my constant.
Tomorrow we celebrate this milestone. Our anniversary tradition is to attend a concert. This year Switchfoot came to the Fair on our anniversary. I have a feeling they did it just for us. I wonder if I can convince N to wear camouflage paint on his face to the concert. Maybe I will so when I eat my second elephant ear, they won't recognize me.
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