I feel like I’ve been whining a lot lately and I’m starting to annoy myself.  So today I want to talk about a topic that I really can’t complain about at all.  Love. {insert deep sigh & harp chord}

8 years ago this week I walked down an aisle a “Miss” and walked out a “Mrs.”  Committing my life to my husband was one of was one of the best days of my life. Although it wasn’t without it’s fair share of wedding day snafus like not having my dress when the photographer showed up because it was accidentally locked in the house and no one had a key, our cute little candle lighters having issues with the candles during the ceremony (seriously, it was way too cute), or his father comparing me in his celebratory toast to Peggy Bundy from Married With Children (big hair – don’t ask).   It’s hard for me to reconcile that it’s been 8 years already. Honestly, I don’t feel old enough to have been married that long.


We were so young and thought we knew it all. Naivete at it’s best.

57 years earlier, my Modie and Wampie (grandma & grandpa) also made the trip down the aisle on the same day.  They are celebrating their 65th wedding anniversary this week.



Sharing a dance on our wedding day / 57th anniversary.

A love like theirs is one you don’t see every day.  After 65 years together they still ooze love for each other.  There’s still a sparkle in their eyes when  the other walks into the room.  It’s an inspiring type of love. Though they may not know it, they’re role models for how I want my marriage to be.


As fairytale(esque) as I just made their love sound, it hasn’t been without its fair share of adversity throughout the years.  See that’s the thing about life, something is always going to happen, it’s just how you choose to handle the situation that makes a difference.   What I’ve learned from Modie and Wampie is to laugh a lot, draw close to each other during the hard times, and always rely on God.

Modie (grandma) trying to figure out how to work a dustbuster on Wampie (grandfather).  It's never a dull moment with these two.

Modie (grandma) trying to figure out how to work a dustbuster on Wampie (grandpa). It’s never a dull moment with these two.  Picture circa 1980s.

One of the most surprising things I’ve learned firsthand is that marriage isn’t easy.  Disney lied…happily ever after takes hard, hard work.  But the great thing, for me at least, is that you get out of it what you put into it.  We both put in 110% an dyield a return of love that grows stronger each year.  There’s no doubt that Jody and I are two very different people (yet so similar at the same time). We don’t always agree on everything but that’s part of what makes us so great together.  He is the jelly to my peanut butter sandwich; without him, I would just be a nut.  I bring whimsy into his life and he keeps me grounded when my crazy ideas threaten to take flight.

You have to be somewhat of a nut to run a marathon but I know he'll be on the sidelines cheering.

You have to be somewhat of a nut to run a marathon but I know he’ll be on the sidelines cheering.

When I look back at the past 8 years, I get so very excited for our future.  I had no idea back then where life would take us and I have no idea now where we’ll be in another 8 years.  I’m just looking forward to enjoying the ride. (And maybe doing a bit of backseat driving along the way.)


Oh and before I forget…..(like I almost did)….. the winner of the Gymboss Interval Timer is:

gymbossgymbossCongratulations Melissa!!  Be on the lookout for an e-mail from me on how you can claim your prize – yay!!

Emotionally Exhausted

This weekend started out on such a high note. My amazing husband graduated with his master’s degree on Saturday. It was such a beautiful day and I can’t even begin to express how proud I am of him.

Watching him walk across that stage to pick up his diploma really felt like we closed a huge chapter in our life book. This is the first time in our dating/married lives that we’ve both been out of school.  The thought of starting an entirely different chapter in our lives is both exhilarating and a bit frightening.  The world is our oyster and we can choose whatever adventure we please.

While we went to bed basking in the limitless potentials of our new chapter, I woke up early Sunday morning to find out that another chapter had been very abruptly closed. My amazing aunt Sherry died very early Sunday morning from a massive heart attack. Her death leaves a void that cannot be replaced. The two things that will be missed most is first and foremost her spirit. She was an amazingly thoughtful woman.  Phone calls, cards, you name it and she did it. She always went that extra mile to let someone know they were loved and thought of. Secondly, I’ll miss her sense of humor. Man alive could Aunt Sherry get you laughing. Especially when all the family was together; you just never knew what was going to happen or who was going to say what. Some of my favorite childhood memories are from family get-togethers.

Going from an extreme emotional high to an incredible low in the matter of 5.5 hours has left me emotionally exhausted. Throw into the mix some other personal things that have been going on this past week and I’m just spent. I’ll be traveling later this week to Iowa for Aunt Sherry’s funeral so there won’t be any blog posts until after Memorial Day.  I guess the silver lining in this weekend is that I’ll get to see my dad and family this week. Memorial Day is always a hard time for our family since my bother was killed in Iraq so it will be nice spending time together.  That’s my Aunt Sherry, still giving gifts from beyond the grave.

No question today, just a plea to tell your family and friends you love them.