6 Months of Marriage

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6-months-of-marriage We celebrated our half anniversary this weekend! ...which is code for we didn't want to cook. It helped us justify getting out and enjoying the most beautiful weather we've seen since I don't how long.

We started with a little running competition in Central Park (things that happen when you marry an athlete). I didn't even mind skirting around people because it was so nice to see everyone out and about and playing with their kids and pups, throwing footballs, and reading on blankets in the grass. The city felt alive again! This is our first spring near the park and since we've decided to stay put for at least a little longer, it makes me so excited and thankful to be where we are. Last summer was such a blur with travel and our move and wedding planning that I forgot to enjoy the little things like sunshine and fresh air. I refuse to let that happen this year!

Patrick asked me where we should go Saturday night, and I knew right away what I wanted to eat. MEXICAN FOOD! We did a little search of the area and ended up checking out Cafe Frida. We pretended we were back on our honeymoon, cheer-sing with Pacifico beer and a blood orange margarita. Patrick ate some sort of lamb dish that got ALL over his shirt and I went with their shrimp fajitas and homemade corn tortillas. Everything was absolutely delicious especially the fresh guacamole we had for an appetizer - a must if you go! I think I could make a meal out of that and a margarita (or dos) when I go back.

After dinner, we walked down to the water to watch the sunset and sat on the bench discussing big important things, like what dessert we wanted to get although we ended up changing our minds so many times that we ended up not getting anything at all! We did sneak some Oreos into our cart at the grocery store yesterday, though, which we honestly never do and it felt like we were breaking some important adult rule of being healthy, but whatever! Life is short. Buy the Oreos.

And then we watched Wanderlust from the free section in On Demand, and it was the weirdest movie I've possibly ever seen haha!

I lugged a donation bag to Housing Works yesterday afternoon and then hit up the flea market and found some unique gifts from a local small business. I came home to find Patrick spring cleaning and insisting on figuring out a way to clean the outside of the windows. I thought he was crazy at first (and obviously reached for my phone to snap a pic of him hanging out the window!), but our windows have honestly never looked so clear. We keep laughing that we can finally see out of them! Who knew?!

People often ask us, How's married life treating you? Much like the question of, How's wedding planning going? I have no idea how to answer it. To be honest, nothing has really changed. Of course we both see marriage as an enormous commitment and something that requires work, and should be honored and respected, but the every day? It's the exact same. So far, marriage is a park date where I can never keep up with my running partner. It's pointing out our favorite dogs in the neighborhood and having an ongoing debate of whether or not to adopt a kitten. It's feeling successful when dinner is hot and ready when he walks in the door at night. It's mid-afternoon calls to check in and see if the other can pick up pepper because it's been a month and we keep forgetting and the salt is looking rather lonely. It's begging the other one to wash the dishes. It's high-fiving when we keep our grocery bill under a certain amount for the week. It's arguing over the fact that I steal the covers (but I don't know that I'm stealing them so it doesn't count!). It's dreaming up our next vacation together. And it's sitting on the couch still debating dessert an hour later, while we watch some horrendous movie and I tide stick the lamb sauce off of his shirt.


pssst! Speaking of marriage, our wedding was featured here last week! Mighty exciting and fun to re-live.

Our First Ski Trip!

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March2015skitrip-1 As I learned and pointed out in this post, Patrick has never-ever skied...until now! To celebrate his birthday a few days early, we decided to head upstate to the Catskills last Friday so we rented a car in our neighborhood and left that morning. And after what felt like a sitcom episode of us putting on all our gear (the layers, the gloves, the neck warmers, the hats, the helmets, and the boots which essentially require ankle dislocation to put on) to only realize we needed to undo something to help the other, we were out on the slopes by late morning.

He took a couple tumbles that day, but as I anticipated, he was fearless! He picked it up and was zipping down the paths in no time. There was hardly anyone else on the mountain, and the weather was sunny and crisp - not too cold, not too warm - so it was perfect. We had a couple communication issues getting on the lift at the same time (that's my least favorite part about skiing...the lifts!), but we seriously had so much fun skiing down together. Days later, Patrick will bust out laughing out of nowhere. I'll ask him what's so funny, and he'll tell me he's picturing me skiing, coming straight at him and shouting, I'm comin' for youuu! Although I can ski, and miraculously didn't fall once that day, I will admit my form hasn't developed much since my childhood. Ahem! As Patrick describes it, I ski with "one foot on the brake." I think that's his kind way of telling me I look like a goon.

Patrick didn't want to leave and just as we were heading towards the lodge to wrap up the day, he decided to make one more loop. It was like telling a child it was time to leave the pool yard and they jump in one more time and swim to the far end of the pool just so they can swim back again one last time. But he ended up having to walk partway back to the lodge to meet me because the lifts had closed for the day (poor guy!), and I've since caught him eyeing the resort map, figuring out his route for next year.

We grabbed dinner nearby and drove back that evening, reminiscing about our day, and feeling the physical soreness and exhaustion kick in. Hello, muscles I forgot I had! (Or lack thereof.)

But yes, our first ski trip was a day to remember... I have this vision of us going down a steeper stretch side-by-side, shouting, Here come the McAnaneys!, with absolutely no one else around to witness our silly shenanigans. Patrick even had us stop at one point to listen to the silence. Life can feel busy and heavy, and full of adult discussions and decisions, but in that moment we were simply two big kids having fun. I'm still new to this whole marriage thing, but I hope we can have plenty more moments and days like that. I think that'd be good for us.