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Friday, February 28, 2014
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6 Things Learned from 6 Months of Marriage
We've been married for 6 months now, and in honor of the occasion, I've taken some time to reflect and share what small knowledge I've gained in
tying myself to the wonderful man I call my husband:
1. Forgiveness
He
makes me better at apologizing. I’m stubborn, and hate being wrong. But he
makes me want to turn inward and examine what I’m doing wrong, and I've discovered that the ability to be humble and apologize is like a muscle, the
more you work it out, the easier it gets. Being married to such a humble,
gracious, and forgiving man has made me that much more determined to turn obstinacy
(and an unhealthy pride in being “strong-willed”) into obedience to my savior
and respect towards my husband.
2. Contraception
Birth control is the best drug around. Not to be too personal, but no periods,
cramping, and back aches? Monthly costs associated with said syndrome, vanished.
Ability to, uh, do what you want, whenever you want? All for the monthly cost
of $0. Yes please.
3. Sex
On the
same note, when it comes to sex, let me just say this: we've been working on a
“once-or-more-a-day” record. And neither of us likes to break records. Both
studies and personal advice from married friends stress the benefits of having
regular sex, and I think it’s important to continually make it a high priority.
Yeah, I know we’re still smack dab in the “honeymoon phase,” and don’t actually
have any trouble mustering up the energy, but still, nothing wrong with long
term planning, right? Plus, you know what they say, “Sex is like pizza, even
when it’s bad, it’s still pretty good.” Sex is better than anything I could
have imagined, and I only become more and more frustrated with the world’s
disfigurement of such an amazing gift from God.
I've also learned that there’s nothing like a sweet husband
to kick the low self-image demons in the face. Since 15 years old I've struggled with body image, mentally wringing my hands every time I gained a
pound, letting it affect my self-worth to an unhealthy degree. Even as I got
older, spending time in prayer and successfully reaching a size I felt
comfortable in, I felt like I’d reached my limit, a
“this-is-as-good-as-it’s-gonna-get” sort of feeling. But God wasn't finished
with his healing, and for some reason he decided to give me an adoring husband
who’s way too good at consistently letting me know he finds me beautiful, and
as time goes by, the old demons have faded even more. Now when I feel like a fatty
for eating way too many cheeze-its in one sitting, it’s a shallower sort of
disparagement, one that makes me want to be healthier, but not at the cost of
hating the body God has given me.
4. Affection
Coming up on 6 months of marriage and almost 2 years of friendship, and I’m
continually astounded how each day I fall more in love with him. He persistently
overwhelms me with his patience and love. I can’t help but think about the term
used by Don Pedro in Much Ado About Nothing:
"I will, in the
interim, undertake one of Hercules' labors, which is, to bring Signior Benedick
and the Lady Beatrice into a mountain of affection th'one with th'other."
Act 2, Scene 1.
A mountain of affection is
precisely the feeling marriage begets. It’s massive in its scope and therefore
never hidden from the skyline; and even if it gets dark and becomes harder to
see, mountains are immobile things, and there’s no doubt it will stay firmly
standing even in the darkest of weather.
5. Conflict
I
love how our fights seem to follow a downward slope as time goes by. Each day
we learn how to better serve the other person in the midst of stress and
misunderstandings. Being married to your complete opposite can be difficult,
but more importantly, extremely rewarding and it forces you to grow and update
your own way of innate thinking. One revelation we had is that, as an ENFP, he
needs more validation and encouragement in general and on a more consistent
basis. I, as an ISTJ, am a more internally motivated person and need less vocal
approval. That’s all well and good, except Jon is naturally good at vocally
affirming, whereas I can forget to voice my thoughts, and he’s left feeling
ignored. I don’t give him enough; he gives me more than I need. I've found that
I have to purposely pull myself out of my internal state and make sure to
acknowledge and affirm more than it would naturally occurred to me to do so. On
the flip side, he has promised to try and give me the benefit of the doubt and
realize that, even if I haven’t responded to everything, he should trust that
it’s not out of diffidence. Because I honestly do love every observation and
witticism that boy comes up with.
6. Silly Advice
There
seems to be a plethora of both tongue-in-cheek and serious advice doled out to
engaged couples consisting of the cliché “make sure to discuss whether or not
the toilet paper goes under or over the roll” variety. Being married, I've decided this is useless and silly advice. In telling couples to identify all
the little idiosyncrasies of one another in order to avoid conflict, it feels
like missing the point. The advice should be to instead practice selflessness,
patience, and support and work on denying the urge to give into trivial
irritability. When I see articles such as “10 Things You Must Agree On Before
Being Married” and the list includes whether the toothpaste cap goes on or not,
the pettiness of it all is frustrating. All in all, I've found it extremely
easy living with my husband, and household duties and chores don’t really cause
much conflict at all, but when it does, holding on to uptight notions of how
little things should be done is unhelpful and can even be hurtful.
There have been a variety of other lessons and growing pains in our 2 year relationship, from friendship to dating to marriage, and overall, it's the greatest experience I've had in my 23 years of life. I look forward to weathering both the good and the bad with my love as the years go by, and deepening my appreciation for God's blessings in my life. Jon: I love spending every minute with you and marrying you was the best decision I've ever made. :)
“Love is a choice. The way I
think you’ve met the right person is how well you two communicate and how your
strengths and weaknesses compliment one another, rather than divide. I think
sustaining love is work; very rewarding, but very grueling work. Working
through one’s problems together and encouraging one another to closer
relationships with Christ is a very bonding and sustainable practice. The
overlooked caveat is that it often requires two broke, effed-up sinners.” And
that’s when it struck me: I could fall in love with him. I wasn’t in love with
him then, but I got this feeling that I could be. A feeling that if I could
look into the future and we were together, I wouldn’t be surprised. It was a
fleeting thought, and then my logical and rational personality woke up and
laughed at my premonition. This will most likely end up being a blimp on my
life story and everything will go back to how it was before. It won’t be as
exciting, but that’s life.
A year later I’m sitting in a
Starbucks waiting outside for my fiancé to get off of work. We’ll go home and
watch the fireworks tonight, and I’ll wear shorts because he’s made me realize
how downright dumb it is to be worried about showing who I am. And I’ll look
back to the 4th of July last year. And I’ll realize that today marks
the one-year anniversary of the moment that I fell in love with my best friend.
That same boy I briefly imagined could be mine? Turns out he IS the one. And
over the course of that year, he turned into the best friend I’ve ever had, the
sweetest boyfriend a girl could ask for, and now a fiancé that fills me with
sweet anticipation knowing that in less than two months, his title will change
yet again, and he’ll be my husband
A delicate
teacup with a sliver or ceramic missing after being carelessly dropped, sits
on a shelf where’s it’s been haphazardly propped. Next to it rests a lamp that had
once brightly blazed, but now solemnly produces only darkness after failing to
be praised. A mahogany table leans
precariously on merely three legs, one pillar lost with a resounding retort, following
too much pressure placed on its once-believed indestructible supports. And
finally, a dusty old armchair hides in the corner, not having been misused but
merely ignored, and it’s once bright and cheery pattern appears faded and worn.
Each is convinced it belongs, tucked away in the dent-and-chip room as if
nothing is wrong.
And then a
figure materializes in the door, meandering by without preconceived notions,
instead just waiting to find one to adore. The teacup trembles with anxiety,
fearing another insensitive touch, while the lamp apathetically emits a
distinct lack of light, burnt out from caring too much. The table suspiciously
follows the new figure’s form, convinced none have the ability to bring about
any real reform. Meanwhile, the chair dejectedly hides in a nook, knowing
attention will never be directed towards her lackluster looks. The “As-Is” sign
overhead fails to persuade, that those in the room will ever be remade. They
all fully believe clearance is deserved, because who would pay full price for
something not wholly preserved?
And then the
unthinkable happens, as the creaky wheels of a shopping cart roll by, and each
item is lovingly placed in the basket, although they can’t help but think, “God
knows why.” Missing pieces, broken features, and damaged appearances have all
led to a lost confidence in their own usefulness. Yet he’d picked up the weary
and the confused, saving each item “As-Is” and ignoring the bruise. Awestruck
wonder at the thought of your love, as you took us from the grave and lifted us
above.
The teacup
now gleams on a different top shelf, proudly showing off a chipped rim as a symbol
of compassion she was unable to give herself. The lamp now twinkles in bright success,
displaying a type of luminescence that it had previously been unable to
express. The table stands firm having been carefully rebuilt, with supports that
assure it will never again tilt. And the armchair, once believed to be entirely
unworthy of affections, now revels in the warmth supplied by an occupant whose acceptance
never lessons.
We
were chosen "as-is," pulled from the darkness of our own and of
others making. Perfection is unattainable but also unnecessary. He has saved
the unrighteous and lost, freely extending a love that is unfathomable
and cannot be earned, inspiring a devotion and awe towards a God of such
might.
And
as an echo, to find love that accepts “as-is” in a world filled with
imperfection is a gift beyond imaging. If He gives us each other to glimpse the
overwhelming love he himself extends, how humbling is it to know you can act as
his representative, just as Christ acted for us? We can show his love, and be
shown it in return, here on a fallen earth, and that is a realization that
makes it impossible to not be filled with wonder.
-Inspired
by a special boyfriend of mine who consistently shows Christ's love.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
east coast explorations,
family,
Pennsylvania,
travel,
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East Coast Explorations - Part 4 - The End
Day 9 - 10.
Next stop: Gettysburg. Best place the start? Why, the visitors center of course. My iPhone leads us there in no time flat. Only it’s an abandoned building. Search it again. Three wrong turns. Update search. More backtracking. Recalculating. Finally, the visitor’s center looms ahead, taunting us with its accessibility. We run in, grab a CD and map, plug it in and head out to the battlefields. As our car slowly meanders through the fields the narrator simultaneously describes the history, tragedies, and victories of the sights. It’s hard to connect the gorgeous, rolling green fields and hills with a quiet, peaceful aura to the bloody, heart-wrenching scenes we know took place more than 100 years ago. The place of our countries greatest division, where brother fought brother, comes to life in a subduing realization of the horrors of war. We finish the tour and leave the sunlit beauty of historic Gettysburg and head towards the next Pennsylvanian experience: Amish territory. Or so we thought. Apparently Lancaster’s visitor’s center is not in fact open on Memorial Day. Who would have thought? And none us have the foggiest idea of what roads lead to the heart of Amish country. Just a small 30 mile detour, but Hershey calls, and the sweet smells of chocolate city bury our unrest. Hersey, Pennsylvania welcomes us with lamplights masquerading as kisses and a Fuddruckers next to the hotel. Ah the wonderful world of Fuddruckers burgers. We will visit this place again soon. As in the next night…Our hotel is in an adorable setting, all tree-d in and hushed, seemingly ignorant, or maybe just defiant, of the theme park nearly next door. While the hotel is the best one we’ve encountered yet, hesitant thievery seems to be a problem, as my flip flops get stolen only to be returned a few hours later.
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Gettysburg, PA |
Day 11.

A leisurely drive into Lititz fills our morning, where we not only discover America's First Pretzel Bakery, but get down and dirty in dough in order to be bequeathed an official “pretzel maker” certification. The Moravian influenced town harkens back vague knowledge of ancestors from that heritage, and a drive through the countryside brings the past front and center as horse and buggies amble down the road and bonnets and straw hats become mainstream. Amish peanut butter, freshly made hot pretzels and lemonade, and shoe fly pie mark the culinary highlights of the day.
Now to make a 180, and find some adrenalin because the historical portion of our trip is at an end, and the theme park is waiting. Dad rides a monster coaster with us only to be sick afterwards and swear off of such contraptions. Ben, however, is hooked. The rest of the day is spent at Hershey Park, and after sweltering heat, blisters on feet, roller coasters, water rides, chafing shorts, squishy flip flops, and Ben obsessively riding the same coaster 3 times in a row, Dad and I decide we are too hot and hungry to go on. Thunderstorms stop all rides and cancel shows for an hour, allowing us time to breathe. Dinner involves the repeat trip to Fuddruckers where we get almost exactly the same things as before. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
Day 12.
The last day has come, and the feelings of euphoria towards our experiences mix with homesickness and exhaustion. We drive towards Baltimore to catch our flight out and stop at a restaurant on the way there. Yeah you guessed it: Chick-fil-a. Mom however, is unable to partake in the feast, as she has contracted a case of the spews and is making retching noises due to overactive pain meds for a sore tooth. Her mouth is literally swollen to the point where it appears she decided suck on a golf-ball-sized jawbreaker.
The last lag of our journeys
begins, as we arrive at the airport and suffer through a somewhat painful
flight home involving a small plane, occasional turbulence, and too many hours.
SeaTac comes into view around 10pm (1pm our time) and another long ride home
beckons, this time in a car. Our beloved driveway comes into view around
1:30am. And after an enthusiastic greeting from the pair of loving golden
retrievers, we all scatter to our owns
beds to dream of the vacation that we’ll never forget.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
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East Coast Explorations - Part 3 - PA/DC
Day 6
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Pool Time in Jersey |
Day 6 dawns
with New Jersey on the itinerary. We pull into our reserved, newly built, Super
8 (a smashing good deal at $58 a night) only to discover the entire hotel has
been booked with a rowing team. I know, that’s a whole lot rowers. God’s hand
shows up again however as we’re upgraded to the Aloft next door, with a pool,
gym, squishy elevator floors, soft beds, and an excessive amount of TV
channels. We find a Boston’s Market, which are extinct back home, so after a
great family sized meal, stuffed to satisfaction, we drive down into
Philadelphia (only 20 min away) for a first look. Sights include signs for Miss
Saigon, a favorite musical of mine that made me want to leap out of the car and
dump any amount of money to snag a ticket. Alas, Claude-Michel
Schönberg will remain
a fantasy, and after an enlightening first look at the “city of brotherly
love,” we circle back to the hotel for some much needed down-time.
Day 7.

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Baltimore, MD |
We wrap up
the visit snagging a few souvenirs and then head out for Maryland. On the way
to New Carrolton, we stop in Baltimore and drive over to Charm City Cakes where
Ben sees Ben in the window. Sort of a twilight zone, inception-type moment I’m
sure. And since we couldn’t actually eat any cakes at Duff’s place of business
we settle for pies at another famous location: Dangerously Delicious Pies.
Three slices later, including a special mini one just for me they’re not supposed
to sell to anyone, and we’re feeling high on the hog as we make out way into New
Carrolton to our hotel. Dinner time has arrived at this point, so we settle for
a less luxurious stop at Wendy’s, where we are most definitely of ethnic
minority. In fact, one kid so kindly pointed out that he was only letting Ben
in because he was white. Whatever that means…Anyway we plan on driving into DC
for our now modus operandi of driving the city the night before we plan to
explore it. However, severe thunderstorm warnings and lightening scare the
living daylights out of Kate, prompting hysterical screaming and crying, have
us back at the hotel for the rest of the night.
Day 8.
Day 8 brings
Washington D.C, and the day bodes well as we miraculously find parking near the
Capitol. Free parking no less. By this time, the sun has decided it’s going to
come out swinging, and we all unintentionally reduce our walking speed by a
significant amount due to an overwhelming melting sensation. First on the
agenda: Library of Congress. I am beyond excited to glimpse Gershwin’s piano,
and can just imagine him sitting there busting out Rhapsody in Blue in the
early 20th century. Where’s a time machine when you need one? Other notable
sights: the Gutenberg bible, Jefferson’s library, and endless maps, photos,
tributes, books, and stories. A guided tour of the Capitol Building follows,
where we all get our own headphones in order to hear our charmingly witty tour
guide who shares details about the dozens of statues in and around the area.
One is surprisingly of a woman from Vancouver, WA, who started one of the first
hospitals. A little slice of home represented in the Nation’s capital. We
finish the tour and walk (or drag ourselves) over to the botanical gardens
where Nathan is in heaven. The national mall walk keeps up occupied for a
majority of the day; the Air and Space museum, the National Gallery of Art, Museum of Natural History and the National Archives, where Ben beeps going through security, again. He’s a menace
to society that kid. While there we glimpse the original Declaration of
Independence, the Bill of Rights, and the Constitution. A rest by the fountain
in the garden of sculptures while Dad and Ben graciously walk back to the car
to come pick us up marks the end of the walking portion of the day.
Once we procured our wheels and air conditioned interior, we head over to the Lincoln Memorial and Georgetown Cupcakes. Unfortunately, the cupcake line is massive so we plug in chick-fil-a into my iPhone for a less sweet treat. However, Steve Job’s generally genius creation fails to tell us this is a campus location so when we arrive our mutual lack of student status bars the way. But that’s okay, let’s just search for another one. Lo and behold there’s one 10-15 min away! We finally arrive after battling traffic and WTF it’s also a campus location. Entirely fed up at this point, we decide to drive out of D.C and go to the one by our hotel. Driving out and the chick-fil-a pops up on my iPhone that is supposedly the one by our hotel. We’re driving, following the directions, getting closer and closer only to realize: IT’S ALSO A COLLEGE CAMPUS LOCATION. *%&!$^@! Turn around again. I give up and basically chuck the stupid iphone, having lost complete faith in its navigational abilities. Luckily, once we do find a chick-fil-a, it is an amazing chicken experience - mostly worth the trauma. Dad tries to pay with his room card. Really just indicative of the whole
situation...
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Library of Congress |
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The Museum of Natural History proves Evolution true... |
Thursday, August 23, 2012
boston,
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East Coast Explorations - Part 2 - Boston
Day 4-5.
We
rise bright and early in order to keep driving up to Boston, with a pit stop on
the way in a small town in Rhode Island for lunch and gas refill. While there,
the Safeway checker must have noticed our west coast accents as she asked us
where we were visiting from; a reply of “Washington State” immediately brought
the words “Oh Apples!” from her mouth. We continued towards Boston, only taking
approximately 4 wrong turns until we finally made it to the downtown area, and
providentially found parking right near Paul Revere’s house. The skies were
gorgeous, offering sunlight and warmth in a strong contraction to our New York
experience. First day discoveries include: Paul Revere’s house, the Old North
Church, Faneuil Hall, Quincy market, and the fresh salty air floating in from
the wharf where nautical modes of transportation sat anchored. We stuffed
ourselves with some great New England fare, including clam chowder, pizza, Boston
cream pie, and shrimp pasta. Once back in the car, we drove down to see a
famous old ship from revolutionary times, when suddenly Kate decides lunch is
better out than in and Mom would be the perfect recipient for regurgitated clam
chowder. Needless to say, the car smells wonderful.
By this time, not only is
Kate sick, but Nathan is constantly coughing like an annoying maniac setting
everyone on the edge of sanity. Arrival at the hotel doesn’t help the situation
much, seeing as it’s just about the nastiest excuse for a place of lodging one could find. And
this isn’t a cheap $50 Super 8. No. This is supposedly a nice, over $100 a night,
charming and welcoming inn, at least according to the Priceline Negotiator. William Shatner? I'd like a word. Non-smoking? I do believe their definition differs from ours on that
count, as it wouldn’t have been unwarranted for us all to don face masks in an attempt to breathe, even if it would have put the locals on edge with thoughts
of Bird Flu flitting through their minds. To top it off, the first night there Mom hears domestic disputes going on in the next room, yelling and sounds
of punching wafting through the wall, enough that we almost called the cops but
the sounds ceased and a semblance of peace returned.


A drive around Harvard marks the end of our inhabitance of Boston, Massachusetts, and Philadelphia looms on the horizon...
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