Year One

Last week Jeff and I celebrated our first anniversary.  We didn't eat year-old frozen cake or peruse wedding photos or even buy each other presents.  Instead we headed to Las Vegas for a mini-vacation of great food, good shows, and stress-free lounging by the pool.  We wanted to make the most of our time together while it's still just the two of us.  You see, there's something I've been meaning to blog about:

Readers, I'm thrilled to announce that later this year I'm going to become a mommy!  Two days after Jeff and I officially moved into our first house, I found out I was pregnant.  I'm due in December, and am absolutely over the moon about this.  I can't wait to meet our little guy!

Our first year of marriage has been by turns the weirdest, hardest, best, saddest, and most exciting of my life.  Never in a million years could I have predicted it would go this way.  I don't think we've had one single "normal" month since we got married.  And while not all of it was wonderful, the hard parts were made bearable with Jeff to support me.  And the parts that were wonderful?  Even better because of him.  They say the first year of marriage is the hardest, and in some ways I think this definitely rings true for us.  But as far as our relationship is concerned, if it really does only get better from here then I'm in for one hell of a great life with this man.