This weekend Andrew and I are celebrating 7 years of being in a relationship together. I love celebrating special occasions and I love him, so of course anniversaries are one of my favorite things. I have to be honest, though. As fun and momentous as an anniversary can be, it also feels like any other mundane detail of me and my life. Rachel likes tomato sandwiches. Rachel has green eyes. Rachel was born in Tennessee. Rachel has been with Andrew for 7 years. Andrew is so wholly a piece of who I am (the only way I know how to phrase the experience of being connected to another person and also your own individual identity) and so time doesn’t seem all that extraordinary. Seven years is wonderful, but seven years isn’t extraordinary. Extraordinary is when I catch him looking at me while my brow is furrowed deep in work. Extraordinary is how I can remember in vivid detail the first time we held hands. Extraordinary is watching him run around with our dogs. Extraordinary is coming home after a long day and finding him waiting to hug me in the door way before I’ve even parked my car. Extraordinary is being able to watch what he does with his life outside of our relationship. Extraordinary is the way my breath gets lost in my throat and my heart stumbles at the thought of being the one to outlive the other.
So, here’s to seven. And eight, and nine, and forty-five.
“Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love, have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.”
Photographs are from my Photo I class in 2011.
1. Tell your husband on November 1st that you’d like to decorate. Now. He will laugh because he thinks you’re kidding.
2. Agree on an acceptable middle ground decoration day and write it in your planner. Write it bigger than you did your anniversary. Circle it twice.
3. Make a Pinterest board to pass the time. Your house will look nothing like these pins.
4. Promise your sister and husband a fun-filled afternoon complete with hot cocoa and a movie marathon. Chuckle to yourself as they fall for it.
5. Drag them to several stores and as your husband eyes the overflowing cart wearily, reassure him that you have planned out the budget wholly. Chuckle to yourself as he falls for it.
6. Unload your treasures into the living room and watch as your dogs cower at the sheer amount of glitter billowing from the army of bags.
7. Overreact when your helpful volunteers suggest taking a small break before decorating.
8. Discuss the different strategies of assuring the snowflakes are all hanging at the exactly correct height. Sob inwardly when your sister tells you that is not happening and questions how you made it through childhood without the aid of medication. Tell her you’re not entirely sure.
9. Take a break for leftover pizza. And perhaps a few Ibuprofen.
10. Stress headache be damned, push forward and assemble the tree.
11. Tidy and perfect insignificant details before photographing.
12. Scoff when anyone asks why you’re photographing everything. Explain that it is for your blog. Realize how stupid the word “blog” is. Resolve to never say it out loud again.
13. Select the perfect filter on Instagram and present your masterpiece as the result of a carefree afternoon. Pat yourself on the housewife back as your followers click “like”.
14. Reward yourself with bougie holiday-themed chocolate bars.
We are really loving this weather over here. Cool, chilly, and even downright cold are my absolute favorite especially in comparison to Georgia summer. This weekend was spent decorating the house for Christmas and I couldn’t be happier to be paired up with a guy that doesn’t mind as I indulge my crazy. I’ll share some photos of the finished product tomorrow!
Also, if that first photo of Andrew and Benji doesn’t melt your heart then you might just be a lost cause. These pups (and husband ;)) are so stinkin’ cute.