What do you do
when life is just perfect? I take that back...
what becomes of "The Journey" when life is just
perfect? I need to find some sort of direction in
the new year to write/document towards...
because everything that is actually happening
in my life is perfect. Like, spooky
perfect.
Our only plans for
the day was to watch our wedding videos and in a
ridiculously romantic and symbolic moment, feed Vienna
a taste of our meticulously stored wedding cake on
what is her own celebration of exactly 3 months on the
planet. As well, Jimmy's mom and Kallie are still in
town so a trip to the Getty was in order. Sounds like
a fun video to me...
Haaaaaaaaa. If it
wasn't for the incredible timing of Vienna being born
exactly 9 months after our wedding... we would never,
ever feed SUGAR to our baby to start her off on
food. But as you could see... she's still young enough
to not be a fan, and she ain't getting food again
until probably 6 months. Great reaction
though.
And how's 'bout
that cake still being good a year later? Again,
I only see the symbolism of how perfect
everything continues to be against all odds. It's the
one thing I do indeed cherish the "mean girls"
for. When that all started, it was human nature to go:
"here we go again, another uphill battle just to BE."
It has made me appreciate how easy things are
now a lot more. A constant reminder of how
simple, beautiful and EASY life is when you remove the
negative, crazy, sociopathic, insecure, attention
seeking, arrogant, center-of-attention whores. Why I
ever thought they may have actually learned from our
peaceful example is beyond me, but they certainly set
a starting point for our gratitude.
Someone said to me
when they found out we were having a baby that it
sucked we never got to be that newly married couple
before the baby came. Traveling, etc. Sure, I can
see that... but something really cool happens when you
play the cards you're dealt: you play the cards you're
dealt. There hasn't been one second of this first year
of marriage where I didn't feel like the luckiest
man in the world. That's not a "line" for the public,
it's just the truth. You don't think about what you're
missing when you're happy. You're too busy being
happy. Both Talya and I were really lucky to have
traveled a LOT before we met and because of how
similar we are? It almost feels like the memories ARE
together. We travel the same way (more people watching
than site-seeing) and our time will come later. But,
duh, we now get to see the world through our kid's
eyes. Is anything more fun than that? I just want
to be with her, and our family, every day. It's that
simple. Just give me that and I can tackle
anything. I don't have an idealized version of
what a couple's life SHOULD be together, or what
order things should happen in, etc. I wake up each day
and GET to go up to the plate and see what the pitcher
throws at me. And no one I've ever known can handle
pitches like me. So it's fun. And I get to do it with
Talya next to me every day? Wow. I'm just not wanting
for anything unless someone tells me to be...
at which point I walk away from them, and go back
to my happiness.
So happy
anniversary Talya... it seems almost silly to
celebrate 1/50th of our future time together, but I'm
glad we did it anyway. As I say in the song, if
there's a better union, I swear I'll never know.
You're the peace I've searched for in my
life.
