On Sunday evening, a friend in London messaged me on Facebook. "I've started reading your blog," he said. "I'm sorry your life is so shit."
I was horrified. Is that the impression my blog gives?
He clarified: "All that stuff on you and Jon."
Okay, yes. Being long-distance with my husband is not great. But life is, on the whole, pretty wonderful. I'm near my parents, which is an enormous help both emotionally and practically; I'm in daily contact with my incredible sister, who is starting law school this week and still finds the time to send me emojis; I have fabulous girlfriends in the area, several of whom are coming over for dinner on Friday night to help me celebrate my birthday; and I love my job, in which I have the opportunity to learn from truly passionate and dedicated colleagues. Believe it or not, there's even a silver lining to living apart from Jon!
Charlie, of course, also makes my life a million times better. He rescued me soon after I moved back to DC, at a time when I felt quite lost, and reminds me every day to focus on the important things. Charlie's lessons are essential to happy living:
Charlie and I spent a glorious few hours in Rock Creek Park on Sunday. He's not so good off the leash if I'm standing still, but he sticks relatively close to me when I'm on the move. If I lose sight of him, I just have to call out and a few seconds later he'll zoom past me from wherever he was exploring, his whole face contorted in an ecstasy of exultation. There's so much to smell in Rock Creek Park, but Charlie doesn't find it overwhelming. It's freeing! He could go anywhere and discover something thrilling. And the water - oh, the water!
So happy National Dog Day from Charlie and me, dear readers. May we go through life like puppies off-leash in a park alongside our beloved best friends.
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Sunday, August 24, 2014
photo by Tarah Coonan
I've been super sappy on this blog recently, so I'll keep this post short and sweet! Jon and I celebrated our wedding one year ago today surrounded by our nearest and dearest and, though the past 365 days have set us some unusual challenges, I've felt lucky to be his wife at every moment along the way.
This anniversary is a little less bittersweet than it might otherwise be (given that we're not together) because we were notified last week that Jon's been granted an interview date at the US Embassy in London. Assuming everything goes well, he should have his visa by mid-September and will be moving over before the end of the month. There's finally a light at the end of the tunnel!
In honor of that and of our anniversary, I wanted to relive a couple of elements of our ceremony here now: one of the readings we chose, read by Jon's cousin Rose, and a recording of a Handel duet, sung by two of our incredibly talented friends as we signed the register. Sharing these very intimate pieces is the most appropriate way I can think of to thank you all for supporting Jon and me through this character-building year and for all of your encouragement as we prepare to truly begin our life together. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you!
The wedding was very much like other weddings, where the parties have no taste for finery or parade; and Mrs. Elton, from the particulars detailed by her husband, thought it all extremely shabby, and very inferior to her own.—"Very little white satin, very few lace veils; a most pitiful business!"—But, in spite of these deficiencies, the wishes, the hopes, the confidence, the predictions of the small band of true friends who witnessed the ceremony, were fully answered in the perfect happiness of the union.
- an excerpt from Emma by Jane Austen