I had planned to blog long before this, but I discovered that the honeymoon period is real and as a result, there is very little from the first month of marriage that is appropriate for an audience which includes family and people with whom I would like to continue to make eye contact. However, I will share a few highlights from Month One:
1. The Wedding: This blessed event in which we became Mr. and Mrs. Lucas was awesome. We laughed, we ate, we danced, we conquered. It was glorious.
2. The Honeymoon: WE WENT TO JAMAICA AND HAD SO MUCH FUN. They had pet peacocks on the resort and we were enveloped in luxury. That's basically all I can say about that...
3. Wedding Presents: We got LOTS and now we have a snazzy spreadsheet, some thank yous to write, and an absolutely darling apartment which is all put together.
4. Our First House Guest: Success! Our friend JK came in for a birthday celebration for KD and stayed with us. He didn't even have to say he was impressed for me to know that our guest bedroom with its somewhat hodgepodge decorating scheme and overflowing windowsill garden had bowled him over. Direct quote: "You two have restored my faith in married people." Money in the bank.
5. Pulling a Jess: While JK was visiting, we went out dancing and carousing for the birthday bash. On this particular evening, JK bought Josh and I THE WORST SHOT EVER. (In his defense the bartender was sketch) after downing mine, I was fairly certain that the taste would cause me to vomit, something I had no desire to do in front of my husband and close friend. Similar to the maneuver Jess pulled in New Girl where after eating a bite of contaminated fish, she wandered into the wilderness, (presumably to die alone) I began to wander away from the group. At this point JK grabbed my arm and asked, "Heather, where are you going?" to which I replied, "I don't know" and wandered off. This resulted in a spirited hunt for me through the dance hall followed by the ever comical story of That One Time Heather Pulled A Jess.
6. Our First Bible Study: Josh and I have been visiting a church in our area. As we were leaving service one Sunday, a girl and her husband walked by. Both of them were wearing Aggie Rings and the girl had on a jacket identical to one of Josh's from when he was a bible study leader in College Station. I pointed them out and asked if he new them. "Oh my gosh! I do know them!" Josh took off like a shot and I followed him as we headed over to meet his people. They were very kind and mentioned to us that they were in bible study for young married couples and invited us to visit. We did and enjoyed ourselves immensely. We got connected and are now joyfully blessed with our first bible study as married people and they are wonderful!
7. House shopping: Josh and I explored our options for living when our lease runs out in July. We found a gorgeous home for sale which we fell in love with, and it landed squarely outside our price range. Bummer. In spite of this set back, I have learned that I would make and excellent hypothetical designer and organizer.
8. Monogamy: A cross between Trouble and Candy Land with a sexy twist, this particular board game made its debut this month. It was out of control. Just to give you a tidbit, we each put on an extra five items to extend the game. One of my items was a furry Russian hat. One of Josh's choices was a stick on mustache.
9. Everyday: Basically, marriage to Josh is the bomb.com. Each day is filled with joy and love as we wake up and go to sleep with our best friend. We highly recommend it, especially if you need kitchen stuff.
That's our marvelous Month One folks!
The daily struggle of a Christian marriage between two crazy twenty somethings.
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Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
No Katniss
NOTE: This is not Heather…wait, wait, wait - don’t run
off so quickly. If you have followed
Heather’s blogs long enough to read this disclaimer, then you have also learned
that she is a particularly curious flavor of crazy, and like watching a train
wreck, you can’t help but to keep reading.
In that case, this entry is for you.
Rubberneck no longer, my friends.
Below you will find some of the juicier bits about Heather, which she may
be unwilling to share, but I, as her groom-to-be, are both qualified and
willing to divulge. Enjoy.
This example of selflessness and nurturing is not an
isolated incident. Time and time again,
Heather lays aside her own interests to see to the needs of her friends and
family. Many of us can recall sometime
in our lives when we needed help and Heather was there. However, her loyalty and compassion go far
beyond elevating my needs above her own.
She has been caught on several occasions building up my name to those
who have never met me and fiercely defending my honor when it is called into
question. Walking into a room of
strangers who already hold you in high regard because of the way someone else talks about you will make any man feel like a million
bucks.
So loyal readers, you are 100% correct: Heather MacDonald is a particularly curious flavor of crazy, but she's my crazy. Always.
-Josh
I could make the list very long, so let me whet your appetite with
a few teasers before we get to the main course.
1. Reminiscent of her awkward phase (ask her dad
to see “The Wall”), Heather still wears metal mouth gear at night, the likes of
which haunt most middle schoolers’ dreams.
I can’t wait to wake up to that every morning. Rawr.
2.
Like any woodland creature, Heather marks her
den in easily identifiable ways: simply look for the piles of Kleenexes. For our nature lovers hoping to spot the ever
illusive H. Sapiens MacDonald, Heather,
look for the tell-tale, fluffy piles of tissue amassed near (but not usually
on) bedside tables, under pillows (saving them for later), and especially that
little crack between the passenger seat and the door in my car. In an attempt to remain PC, some may call it
“nest packing.” I fondly refer to them
as her “tissue graveyards.”
3.
Until recently, our closet resembled what could
most accurately be described as a “scarf nest.” Her cat Casper loved to lay in
the middle, which made my getting dressed in the morning all the more
inconvenient for both he and I.
Well, my salivating readers, are you ready for the big
fish? I’ll keep you waiting no longer!
4.
Heather is no Katniss.
Perhaps that last tidbit didn’t quite register. If not, take a few minutes to read through
Heather’s previous entry entitled The Peeta Potential, then keep reading here.
Whereas Heather would liken her role in our relationship to
that of Katniss Everdeen , “a terrible person in all regards who is out to
survive and protect her own interests,” I think a better comparison would be to
Eowyn, heroine from the Lord of the Rings, shieldmaiden of Rohan, sister of
Eomer, and niece of King Theoden.
Eowyn’s renown was won not by her beauty (though she was exceedingly
beautiful)...
Eowyn looking fine
...not by her title (though she was born of Rohan royalty, became
Rohan’s Queen, and married Gondor nobility), nor by good luck or good choice
(she often found herself between a rock and a hard place, crying big, ugly
tears).
Big, ugly tears
Instead, her renown was won by
her love for her people that lead her to place herself in harm’s way time and
time again.
Taking care of witch kings like a boss
Heather’s character is
established in a similar fashion.
Recently, I fell ill (I almost died). I was planning on toughing it out on my own (my outlook
on survival wasn’t good), because I didn’t want to be a burden (I was
a baby in every regard) or make Heather stay home from work to care for me (I
desperately hoped she would use a sick day to come over). However, without my request (big, mournful
eyes don’t count as an official request) and at risk to her own health,
Heather volunteered to care for me.
Heather taking one for the team
We are all are own biggest critics, so it is no surprise
that Heather’s self-portrait is not the most flattering. However, her readers
deserve to know the whole story – that Heather MacDonald loves fiercely,
perseveres quietly, and serves selflessly.
Perhaps this is why she and I are such a good fit: although both of us
seem to have a somewhat self-deprecating view of ourselves, we clearly see the
good in each other. We have made it our
personal goals to build each other up and boast to the world about the
other.
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