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Ten Days to Ten Years: Day 3

16 Jun

When I married at age 26 I instantly became a great aunt.  I had always heard that marriage ages a person, but until it happened to me I didn’t exactly understand what that meant.

This is CJay (or Cody as we called him back then) and his mom, and when we got married he had just finished second grade.

Just to put things in perspective, that’s the same age our oldest is right now.

Today we went to CJay’s graduation open house (BTW, Congrat’s CJay!!!  We’re so happy to see the direction your life is in!), and if you do just a little bit of math that means that in ten years we’ll be the ones throwing the open house.  Crazy.

In addition to gaining a great-nephew that day, I also happened upon a great extended family.  Here’s the group picture of the Robertses at our wedding.

The family has changed a lot in the last decade.  There have been some very happy additions, as well as some tragically sad losses.  It’s amazing what can happen in just ten years.  We’ll see what the obligatory bulletin board of pictures portrays in 2022.

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Freezer-burned by love

14 Jun

Oh, am I an excited blogger today! My life is a brilliant compliment to my sister’s last two posts (the one where she discusses my parents’ anniversary and their lack of need to celebrate and the one where she has surprising and maybe inappropriate things in her trash can).

We are currently defrosting our deep-freezer. We’ve never done it before. Don’t judge us. We’re just not very good at those mundane “upkeepy” things in life. It’s a point that needs improvement to be sure, but I digress. Back to the freezer. We’re finding a lot of neat old stuff in there: neat old round steak, neat old popsicles, neat old casseroles (from when Charlie was born…), you get the gist. The neatest (and OLDEST)???????? Our wedding cake top. Yep. Here it is on our garage floor:

Ah, so beautiful.

We’ve been married 8 1/2 years. Guess we missed the boat on the whole “celebrate your first anniversary by eating the top of your wedding cake” thing. Really, as my sister pointed out before, I wasn’t raised to make a big deal out of such events. Don’t get me wrong – we PRETEND to. One of the reasons we got married on New Year’s Eve was so that we could pretend to have anniversary plans and therefore ignore other traditionally New Year’s Eve-y social events. Anti-social??? Yes. Yes, we are.

So, how did we celebrate such a momentous thing as finding a bit of our wedding cake preserved like Mr. Disney? We considered reenacting the cutting of the cake where traditional couples lovingly shove the confection into one another’s mugs (which, by the way, we so gracefully refused to do at our wedding), but fear of dental damage to the bride prevented that act. So I’ll show you what we did:

This defines romance.

Yes, we laid on our garage floor and sucked face.

Then we chucked the thing.