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A Happy Anniversary

I can’t believe it’s already been one whole year since I walked down the aisle and vowed the love of my life that I would  love and respect him, be honest with him always and stand by him through whatever may come. I pledged him my love and respect, my laughter and my tears. With all that I am, I honoured him.

Pat and I met when I was quite young. We can’t remember exactly when, but we think it was a mutual friend’s 16th birthday party, which would put me at 15, and Pat at 18. He was my best friend’s best guy friend. From there, we saw much more of each other at parties and gatherings, though we were both in other relationships. A few years later, I realized I was head over heels for him and started flirting shamelessly, despite his long term relationship with a friend of mine (I know, I know. I’m wiser and kinder now). It didn’t take long for her to force him to cut ties with me, but luckily, that didn’t last too long either. A few months later, he was having relationship trouble and I had just been dumped for a friend, and we started hanging out. We would talk for hours, see movies together and were quickly becoming more than friends. On March 18th 2001, after being dumped by his girlfriend (and discovering that she had been with someone else for months), he asked me to be his girlfriend. A few months later, when my birthday rolled around, he was surprised to discover that I was the same age as his younger brother. He had assumed I was the same age as the rest of his friends in the group.

The next few years, he was my highschool sweetheart. He attended prom with me, and my graduation. We stayed together despite lots of ups and downs. In University, the stress of ill parents and tight schedules caused us to break up. While apart for a year, we saw other people and remained good friends. Finally, near his birthday I confessed to him that I was still in love with him and needed him back (while he was with someone else. I know, I know, I’m a hoebag. What can I say? I was in love with the guy). He wasn’t sure that we could ever fix the issues we had, so he decided to stay with his girlfriend. A few months later, after his fling dissolved away, he came back to his senses and asked me to be his girlfriend again.

We were better than we had ever been. A few years later, in 2006, he bought a house and asked me to move in with him. Two years after that, in that home, in our family room on an ordinary day in November 2008, he asked me to marry him. (in fact, he asked me to marry him as his birthday gift. Heh).

Two years after that, on June 26th, 2010, I did. (Despite several attempts to delete it, our wedding page still exists if you want to check it out.)

We’ve survived the death of his father and grandmother, and my parents. We’ve survived our immediate families falling apart and losing all of our best friends. We’ve survived starting over, unemployment, an apartment fire, dogs, cats and snakes. We’ve survived majorly bad decisions on both parts. We’ve survived heartbreak, loneliness, depression, anger and anxiety. We’ve flourished, found strength in each other and discovered that we love each other more than we ever thought we could love another.

I am complete with him. I know that, no matter what happens, I will have a home and a family, so long as I am with him.

I love you, babe. More than you could ever know.

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I live!

Sorry for disappearing folks! I promise it was for a good cause…we were on our honeymoon! :)

We spent 10 days at the Couples Swept Away resort in Negril, Jamaica. We had a fantastic time. Every good thing we heard about Jamaica was true, and we have plans to go back in a year or two. The people are wonderful, the country is gorgeous, the beach was the best I’ve ever seen, and the food was some of the best I’ve ever had.

We’re happy to be back home, despite leaving our little love nest of warmth, sand and clear blue waters. I have plans to post about what’s been going on soon, and maybe even a run down of my personal notes taken on the trip. We shall see.  Overall, I will be posting more. I just need to settle back into my home a bit and then I’ll be back :)

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Strawberry Moon Wedding

Well, we did it. We are finally married. Pat and I literally tied the knot on Saturday, the day of the Strawberry Moon, and a partial lunar eclipse, surrounded by most of our nearest and dearest.

The Handfasting
Married, at last.

Since last Thursday, life has been incredibly busy. Between welcoming family to town, prepping for the wedding and getting my little sister packed, I haven’t had much time to breathe. Unfortunately, I’m definitely feeling the effects of all that stress and hard work. I’m exhausted, emotional and starting to get sick again. Luckily, for us Canadian’s, we have a short week this week, with Canada Day tomorrow. My plans were to sleep, but I have some issues to sort out with some friends. We shall see. Also, thanks to summer hours at work, I’m off Friday as well. I feel like I really need this time.

It’s been such a rollercoaster of a week. Incredible highs, and heartbreaking lows. I can’t say that it was a good day, packing Tracy up, seeing our family’s home full of people I don’t know, moving things I grew up with, to the other side of the country, where my sister will now stay.

Meanwhile, I also have an appointment for the family kitty on Friday at the vet. Mystie was 2 years old when we took her in to the family house. I think I was 14 or 15 at the time. That would make her about 14 years old. I’m concerned that she’s having kidney problems and I don’t want to move her until we know what’s going on, for both her sake and so that our two cats don’t get sick. The plan is to move her into our place sometime early next week, if all goes well. I’m terrified that we’re going to get bad news on Friday.

Mystie <3

Luckily, with all of this going on, I start therapy again today. I’ve only been once since Mum died, shortly after a big dramatic family throwdown. I’ve been meaning to go back since, but life has been so busy and we’ve been too broke. I’m nervous about it, but I know I need it.

With it all said and done, I’m married to my best friend, and I feel even closer to Pat’s family and my best buds. Life is good, just complicated. I’m taking the necessary steps to make it better and healthier. Oh! And no honeymoons in my immediate future. We’re hoping for sometime in the late fall, early winter.

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Kiss Me, I’m Irish

Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone!

We’re not up to much, as our quiet little suburb doesn’t offer much in the way of Irish celebrations, and you’d have to be a nut to try and find a pub downtown tonight. Apparently, according to the news, they were packed by noon today. St. Patrick’s Day was never much of a big deal to me anyway. I wear green all the time, and I don’t need an excuse to enjoy a pint. I’ll just stay home, read some books on hedgewitchery and hang out with my snake and my honey :D  See, Pagans, Snakes and Patricks can get along just fine!

There are two other big events that happen this time of year. One, my sister-in-heart, Sarah, was born today 27 years ago :) Two, 9 years ago tomorrow, Pat asked me to be his girlfriend. G’aaaaawwww :) The big plan is to hit up the local fine italian dining restaurant that everyone is talking about (that supposedly Mike Fischer took Carrie Underwood to) and to lay low. In reality, I will spend the day picking up stuff for the wedding (a bunch of the DIY elements, like frames, yarn and fabric), spend some time with my Mum and then make my way back home for dinner while Pat slaves away at the office.

This is us, shortly before we started dating. I don’t know why I’m pouting, but I’m sure it was a well deserved look

I have to say, most of the time being unemployed sucks alot, but when the weather is this beautiful and you can feel the warmth of spring in the air, I love it.

Have a lovely day everyone!