For the Love of 30

For the love of 30

On Sunday, the Mr. finally caught up with me.

He turned 30, six months after I did. Thank goodness, because every year, he loves reminding me that I am older than him for those six months.

I’m not a particularly crafty person, but one of the little ways I showed him the love was to make a pseudo-scrapbook, showing 30 (of many, many) things I adore about him.

30 things I love about you

I love your style

Asleep on the couch

You are fun

Since I plan on spending the next 50+ birthdays with this guy, I’m always looking for new and creative ideas to love on him every year… any suggestions? I’d love to hear some!

Grown-up

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The other day, a friend of mine at work was telling me a story about her seven-year old’s sense of humor (apparently he finds his stepdad’s impressions more hilarious than his mom’s dry one-liners). Afterwards, she said, “I have a real little human living in my house… I’m such an adult now.”

I found that so interesting, and began wondering about the times in my life that I’ve actually felt “grown up.” More often than not, I’ve only had a vague sense that life was pointing to adulthood – formal events that conventionally categorized me as an adult, but didn’t make me feel much different.

When I got married, it felt less like stepping into official “adulthood” and more like I was getting to hang out with my best friend everyday. And when I turned 30 last year, I knew the number was significant – but for some reason I still feel roughly 24. When we have kids, I will be interested to see if I magically cross into that place where I actually feel the age I am… Whatever that feels like.

When are we considered “grown-up”? Is it when you leave home for the first time? Is it when you get married? When you have a baby? When your baby develops a sense of humor?

When did you (if you’ve ever) start to feel like an “adult”?

Photo courtesy of Karen Walker.

Our Anchors We Will Weigh

I’m blessed to live and work with people I love who also happen to have amazing taste. When a friend of mine introduced me to Jon Contino’s work, I flipped.

As a going away present for my hubby before he left for boot camp, I bought this print and had our friends and family sign it with encouragement and words of love at his going away party. It now hangs in our bedroom as a daily reminder of how much we are loved.

Because I’m Lazy

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I like to cook. But only if what I’m cooking allows me to have an undistracted conversation with whoever’s company I’m enjoying, and not have to rush back to my phone with greasy fingers for the sixth time because I can’t remember if it said 1/2 Tbsp or 3/4 tsp, or dammit was I not supposed to add that egg yet?

If a recipe requires more than one pan, a lot of chopping, or any ingredient I can’t find at Trader Joe’s, I immediately start to panic and I’m unlikely to try it. And that is why this article is amazing. 34 two-ingredient recipes. Oh the simplicity!  The Flourless Nutella Cake and Lemon Mousse are first on my list to try.

Sound Check: Sometimes He Does

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My grandparents in the mountains of NC

This tune by Lori McKenna is haunting, and at first listen, sounds like a mournful ballad about how her man doesn’t love her the way he should.

But the chorus clarifies the intention of this bittersweet song, which is that the love he has for her runs more deeply than what he does or doesn’t do to give her a sense of value or beauty.

Sometimes he loves me more

than I deserve to be loved

And sometimes he’s more than a heart like mine

could ever dream of

I’m thankful that my husband is the kind who listens when I tell him how my day went. And the love he has for me is sweeter than I could ever hope for. But the daily reality is… he is just a man. And he knows well that I am just a woman. And this mutual understanding of one another’s humanness frees us from the expectations of perfection and fulfillment that would ultimately crush us both. It frees us to love each other, wildly and without fear.

This song reminds me to be thankful for the darling man God gave me, regardless of our circumstances, our expectations, or our broken humanity… and reminds us both that our ultimate value is found in our Maker, not in one another.

Conquering Chaos

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Clutter makes me crazy. At least once a day my husband has to ask me where I “filed” his keys (or wallet or papers or what have you) that he put on the counter 30 seconds ago. Luckily for me, he finds this behavior just slightly more endearing than he finds it annoying.

Just slightly.

And yet, one of the most important jobs of a Navy wife is corralling the endless amounts of crap your husband brings home. Perfect for an orderly-living-space-crazed nut like me. Our office/guest bedroom stores the bulk of said crap, and the shelves I bought to house all of it have just become a tossing target.

So with an hour and the help of some fabric bins, I attacked the offending nautical chaos.

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Ahh.

Nevermind that the chaos will most likely return in about a week, and I will have to answer the question “Hey, where did you file my…?” even more than usual. But that won’t spoil my neurotic satisfaction.

(This couple has the opposite problem.)

Good Read

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In the week and a half that I’ve been blogging, I’ve really enjoyed it more than I expected… But I’ve also learned that it’s a lot more behind-the-scenes work than I expected. This lovely book has been a godsend. Written by Joy Cho of Oh Joy!, it is simple (thank goodness), easy on the eyes and full of great advice for a newbie like me. I highly recommend it for all you bloggers (novice or otherwise) out there! I bought my copy here.