year one.

Saturday was my husband and my first wedding anniversary.  I know it's cliche, but I just cannot believe it's been a year already.  Although (here comes another cliche), sometimes I feel like it has to be more than a year.  How can I only have been married to this man for 365 days?  This man that is my perfect match, my truly better half, the Han to my Leia, the love of my life.  Our lives are so one now, as they really have been since our first kiss, that it's hard to believe that we've only just started this journey together.  Isn't that exciting though?  To know that this feeling is only the beginning and we have so many adventures (and I'm sure some bumpy paths) ahead of us.

Our first year of marriage wasn't hard.  We lived together, we knew each other, we were one long before he put a ring on it -- nothing really changed.  It was a wonderful year.  We bought a home, our first baby boy came into our lives, and besides some endless weeks of travel, it was bliss.

I'm feeling a little melancholy about it being over though.  You never get that first year of marriage back -- we're far from newlyweds, officially, and I can no long just say, "We got married in July."  But if all the rest of my years are as wonderful as our year one I'll count myself as one of the lucky ones.

I love you, husband of mine.  Thank you for being my one and only love.

this face.

This is a face that makes me melt.  I will be the first to admit that I'm completely obsessed with my dog.  But can you blame me??  Look at that face!  That widows peak!  Come on.

With Andy traveling so much and me being generally down in the dumps recently over a plethora of dumb things (work, my weight, etc.), this little face brightens my day.

I complain a lot about having to come home late from work and spend an hour tuckering Sprock out, but it's worth it.  Because when this little mongrel jumps in bed with me and lays on Andy's pillow I know it's most certainly all worth it.

Mama loves you, Sprocket ole boy.

spring has sprung.

I can still say spring, right?  It hasn't been much of a spring for us here in the good ole windy city (and elsewhere in the country), but with June* fast approaching, these last few weeks have finally felt nice.

Sprocket and I have been having a blast -- when the weather cooperates.  My husband has been busy working, so this little mongrel and I have had a lot of time together to explore the park and chase squirrels (and rabbits and birds).  Oh, and play with sticks, we love sticks.

*Also of importance this weekend: I turn the big two-seven.