Meg's Musings

More than a Month of Married Woman

It’s a month after the wedding.

My inlaws left July 3 at 7am; a month to the day since I’ve been waking up as Mrs. Brown and 37 days after they arrived.

Interestingly, they lived with my FIL’s parents for six weeks after they got married (He proposed on the phone on a Tuesday, they got married on a Wednesday, they drove back to Michigan and moved in on Saturday). Nobody was really expecting this was going to become a family tradition.

So here I am. The house is still a constuction zone but the truck is rented for my move. We’ll be at the house Saturday pm and after church Sunday if folks are available. Sigh. I hate to ask.

The 4th was awesome here—an amazing parade, fabulous fireworks, lots of good people and a rockin’ mid-day storm to watch from the porch.

Also, it’s so strange to me that my wedding day—the start of something so wonderous, new and beautiful will always be tied up with Kim & Steve’s loss of Jorai, the loss of something so wonderous, new and beautiful. The end of my time in Michigan, the leaving of my life’s work, my friends, my church, my house to become half of “we”. It’s bittersweet, but lovely. I suppose this life is like that—joy and pain mingling, new beginnings, timely and untimely endings.

I lived the first half of this year at light speed and I’m glad it’s past but I wish there had been more time to reflect. I have that time now. It’s strange to be changed and drifting but I’m not a women who loses her bearings so easily. At 31 I know who I am and who I am not. And a change of name isn’t really that much of a change. I know there’s a shift at my core as I lose a degree of my independence but I like the shift that lets me lean on my husband. And God’s at the center of it all. Blows my mind.

Past that, here are pics. I love being married, I love Cincinnati, I need a job. I need to take more pics. The reflective part of me is thinking back to the wedding day. When else will I have so many of the loved people in my life in one place? Why couldn’t I find more time for each one? Ah, well.


The office space outside our bedroom AFTER being cleaned up.


David's dad tells a scary story to Emily & Dave.


David & Em goofing off in the spare room. That's a broom over her shoulders. The mess drove her to sweeping regularly.


Husband wires the garbage disposal:) Isn't he messy, clever & cute? Go clever husband! Wire the house! Wire the house!


I made him a red velvet armadillo cake for the family dinner Thursday before the wedding. It would be tactless for you to notice that it looks more like a rodent than an armadillo.

Wedding pics will post someday!

posted by Me @ 09:29