Happy three year anniversary, baby!

Three years ago tomorrow, I wanted to freeze time. Three years ago, I married my best friend. How cliche. How very true.

Honey, thanks for three amazing, blissful years of marriage and 10 years and 7 months of happiness. Through thick and thin, you've been my constant. My rock. The person who turns my frowns upside down and lights my life with laugher. With you, I'm truly blessed. With you, I know only happiness. I can't wait to celebrate many more years and laugh like I have never laughed before. Happy Anniversary!

Dream home

Day two of house hunting, and I in love with the first house we looked at during day one. It has a family room with fireplace with a white mantel. A mantel I can decorate for every holiday. I can buy those Christmas garlands I'm always longing for in the Pottery Barn catalog. It has a formal dining room that could hold a buffet and a table comfortablely (at least in my head. No measurements have been taken. Yet.). It has a mature tree in the front yard that I got to witness changes to a beautiful yellow in the autumn and fills the yard with an abundance of leaves I don't even want to bother with raking because they look like they belong there. There are already planters that I can fill with flowers. Right now all I can see is autumn, so that means filling the yard with deep red, pumpkiny orange, and bright yellow mums. The kitchen is updated, and I can easily see my Rosanna vino plates decorating the wall over what is a kitchen island of sorts. I see the cookies and pies I want to bake in that kitchen. I see the fires I'm going to learn how to build in the family room. I see the family and friends I'm gong to have over. I see the family I want to raise there. I see my home. My dream home.

In the back of my mind, I keep hoping that none of the other homes we look at will top this one. Because I'm in love. Utterly and absolutely.

Heart disease

Conversation 1,660, 900 with hubby.

[At the Melting Pot, after having eaten way too much fondue.]

Husband: Oh, man. [Staring at a plate full of dessert dipping items.] I think my hear is racing. What do you think that indicates?
Me: [Dead pan.] Heart disease.

[Cue laughter.]

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!

Well, not really, but I am designing some stickers to put on packages. If I find a house this week, I'll be thinking about where my tree will go and if the kitchen is war-ready for gingerbread men baking. Do you like my sticker design? Now I just need to get a cartridge for my sticker machine.

I want

to grow out my hair now. For hair tinsel. That's right. Hair tinsel. I saw it today on a yogi. Have you heard of such a thing? It's so subtle, but really fun and pretty at the same time!