That’s how long it has been: 1,236 days.
But here I am with another interesting number: 100.
100 days until I walk down the aisle as a bride, and walk back up it as a wife. In fact: With so few days ahead and so many days behind: I found it poetic to look back at the getting there while enjoying the being here. After all, the concept will never grow old! I feel I have embraced the philosophy well: Being content with the now, while working toward the future. In the blink of an eye: hundreds of days have flown past and I’ve learned many new things and seen many new places:
When I wasn’t looking: the love of my life showed up and well: we’re getting married in 100 days! And I’m that bride-to-be that is ready and willing to tell any stranger my love story!
Darling Baby Libby was born! Allison birthed the most darling baby girl and I am so blessed to be a sort-of-aunty Kitty to Libby. Look out! Here comes the flower girl!
I converted to Catholicism: A structure of faith that has blessed my life with good worship and extraordinary moments of our miraculous God. I told you a lot can happen in 1,236 days!
I found Montauk: One of my favorite places in the world: And we celebrated the marriage of one of John’s aunts in the Hamptons:
In all of this time: Lizzy has graduated from high school and started University.
When she isn’t busy being Busy Lizzy: The Smartest in the Family Lizzy,
we drink lots of tea and have NYC Adventures.
We celebrated the engagement and then the marriage of my dear friend and sister: Rebekah. Don’t worry. We already have her lined up for our big day! She’s such a darling to all, that she is in high demand for maidenly duties!
I explored Europe with my nannyfam and even enjoyed a few days solo in Paris:
Every moment was a dream!
I returned to America for a few more summer nights out a the ballgame and guess what: My nannybabes turned me into a what? a Yankees fan!
The year progressed and someone popped a very lovely question:
My darling boy: My moon:
I fall more and more in love with him each day.
Ugh! So in love. Thanks to Andrew Lowery Photographyfor our engagement pictures!
Stay tuned for the wedding edition! 100 days and counting!
We celebrated with family and friends and boy do I feel loved!
We’ve still yet to line up all of the bridesmaids together (Missing the Loveliest Anna Adams here)
But stay tuned for Bachelorette weekend!
The past year and a half since the engagement has been a whirlwind of challenges and happiness.
I presented my senior thesis:
And I went dog sledding:
I went wedding dress shopping : Not pictured! Ha!
And hiked a leg of the Catalina trail with my west coast sista!
And then we chilled on the Santa Monica Pier with the nannyfam for a few days, while I recuperated from my dabbling with the great outdoors!
I got to meet my darling Margo! Who is darling and squishy and a blessing to me! Just like her sister and her Mother!
Here is the whole crowd: Celebrating Lizzy’s birthday and Margo’s arrival!
I graduated with a degree in English. But I finished up my final assignments from my bed with the flu. So Junie B. decided to cover this memory that should have been commemorated with a picture:
The rest has been a blur of planning and arranging and filling my days without school, only work. These moments have been filled in between with countless other ones that have filled my heart with joy. I’m one happy girl and I am one blessed woman, surrounded by a wealth of wisdom, compassion, and love. I wax poetic as I restart this little corner of the internet. It’s always been about love and all of my random insights and dabbles. So you won’t find the negativity, the politics, the darkness around here. Because part of getting there: is being positive and loving in the being here.
John and I returned last weekend from our Engaged Encounter weekend where we spent time focused and preparing and discussing our upcoming nuptials. I was blessed both mornings with the sunrise. I like to think of this post as a sunrise. As a new day for my love and for my random thoughts.
Thanks for humoring this narcissistic trip down memory lane. It’s been a great 1,236 days. Here’s to the next really important 100 days.
If one is to celebrate my father:: then there is much to know::
#1:: He pierced my ears on the kitchen counter with an apple, an ice cube, and a needle when I was 8 years old.
#2:: He said through his role as my dad, “here is the world, you can have anything from it,”
#3:: He saw us girls as potential deckhands, and we’ve been sailing the waves of the world ever since we acquired our sea-legs.
#4:: His creative energy is contagious. He makes you want to travel the world and not only see what you see, but also understand the depth of what you see.
#5:: He makes not making plans look easy.
#6:: He and I are the same in regards to my hair and his goatee:: Grow it out, chop it off **repeat**.
#7:: His faith in people is boundless. He sees the untapped potential of every soul and his place in the lives of many is of considerable value as he reaches out as a wave of possibility and encouragement.
#8:: His foray into prose continually astounds me as he processes all that he feels and sees.
And sometimes, though life is brilliant in the big NYC, I crave so much to sit with him in the early morning as we do when I visit Georgia. We sit in bed and we talk through our half-awake mouths, and watch the news with our half-awake eyes, and hear the bustling of the house as it wakes up with our half-asleep ears. And though not all of those precious mornings are very clear from my half-asleep brain, I cherish those moments and every moment in between since the moment he held me in his arms and smiled down at his newest daughter.
To feel loved is one of the most essential feelings I require to function. And on those days when the city chews me up and spits me out, the feeling of being loved is never very far away. Even though we live 883 miles away, I feel his presence in my life moving everyday:: as I put my earrings on, or try and arrange my day, or when I dream about far away places of adventure.
#10:: He’s taught me, and countless others:: Everyday is an adventure.
Love little bunny,
I think moving beyond childhood is a very frightening thing.
I could always count on Bekah’s wardrobe just next door to rescue me from a potential fatal case of the ‘nothing to wear’s!
I could always count on little Elizabeth to go get whatever I wanted out of the fridge and bring it upstairs to me.
I could always count on Jacob for a good solid, stupid argument.
I could always count on some quality lightsaber dueling with Caroline.
But now:: we’re spread very thin across the world and these absolutes aren’t so absolute anymore.
However, and I think you’ll agree, that our childhood connections are nonetheless valuable or fulfilling with distance in the equation.
This is simply because we traveled the world together as brother and sisters. We experienced the ever advancing stages of childhood, teenhood, and now each progressing year, we delve into adulthood as childhood best friends. And I do think we are to each emerge very sensibly. I know we see that in our Rebekah, the eldest of us all.
Bek-Bek:: I’m simply so proud of you. I know you have many sisters as the Queen of the Sorority.
(funny fact: I have to spell check sorority every time).
But we consider ourselves your first and forever sisters and we refuse to relinquish our hold on you as our darling Rebekah, our sister.
Know that I love you and I love our adventures together. And here’s to many more!
A very merry birthday!
See you soon for Adventure #1982458734598435 in NYC!
Forever and always:: Your Sister,
Well. Today I felt the first inkling of fall.
That movement deep within the soul, rustled by a crispness in the air. The buzzing city air, though far from Glenwood Primary school, brought forth the excitement of the new school year:: fresh school supplies, my perfect dress for the first day of 1st grade, the anticipation of escaping the heat of summer, and even the quiet anxiousness over walking through that classroom door alone. All of these feelings came welling forth.
Well it all hit me square in the chest today and indeed I relished the return to the routine and structure of school and work but it also, fleetingly, made me nostalgic for yesterday’s summer. Then I realized, that I had excitement to share from May. So, here goes summer in 15 photos (more or less) (you ought not to count).
Probably one of the more fantastical tales is of my adventures in Brooklyn. I rented in Greenpoint in May and signed a lease for an apartment in Manhattan on July 1st. Brooklyn and I didn’t mesh well and maybe we’ll try again some other time (key word being ‘maybe). I rented a Uhaul and on the above rainy day, I moved the van load of my life to the UES in under 5 hours. 27 trips up 5 flights of stairs and I managed to keep it together and make it to work afterwards! I don’t recommend doing this.
Then this beauty rescued me! You know from last week, that she served as the sanity to my Operation Furnish Longbourn (my house’s name)!
I think she is so lovely and I know you won’t mind if I post a trillion pictures of her.
This kid served as our personal comic relief, random referencer, and all-around Javert.
(EXHIBIT A):: Gang of New York:: Lee Lundy:: At what we deemed to be THE ‘5 Points’!
One of the many positive experiences I had with these two over their stay at Longbourn was our Fourth of July. Quite out of character, I made no plans and we wandered here and there and ended up having hotdogs for lunch in Union Square, a picnic dinner in Central Park South, and then fireworks on the Hudson. We then migrated with the rest of Manhattan back home on crowded buses and trains and enjoyed the entire way singing and giggling and completely sticky from the watermelon we snacked on while the fireworks boomed boomed boomed ( produced by Usher nonetheless (!?!) )
I had Lee and Lu experience Laduree like true pros and we left with more than we could eat! Such a delight! And I fell in love all over again with Lulu’s midi rings, my white radiators, my lace curtains, and pink macrons!
I went to my FIRST concert! This made me cool and I’ll tell my grandchildren that I saw Jay Z and JT in concert together and they’ll think I was such a dweeb. I just know it. Also:: I love My Dear Elizabeth.
This is the East River Ferry and I think everyone should ride it up and down the East River every day. It’s so lovely no matter what time of the day/year and is the best selfie-op out there! Also:: I love My Dear Elizabeth.
The rest of the month included work and waking up to the sun streaming through my lace curtains and then we have vacation time:: OFF TO ROME GEORGIA! CUE THE PUP–PUP PICTURES:
My Frankalin is so dear to me. Such a good brudder to me!
Three of my favorites inhabit the picture above. Would you know, that I got to ‘Substitute Nanny’ for these two darling boys! I’m so lucky! Plus, MH, I see teeth in this picture and I love it! You might be wondering who/what that fluffy white thing is!
Well that is F. Scott Fitzgerald:: Lovingly referred to as Fitzy! Hims became my sweet while I vacationed in Georgia and we are the bestest of friends::
Fitzy loves to cuddle, pop bubble wrap with his sharp babybaby teeth, edit blog posts, nip at shoe laces, arrange my outfits and he is currently making his way through my library of classics.
What is his favorite thing to do ever, you may ask? Well for 5 months old he has very sophisticated taste:: He is currently halfway through season 2 of Downton Abbey. He is just addicted to the dramatics and the intricacies of aristocratic life during the early 20TH century! Fascinated beyond belief.
(You must think I’m joking, but if it’s on:: Fitzy is glued to it).
We are classic together. I have my tea, and we watch Downton together while he sits in my lap.
Our mornings are positively divine!
I’m positively in love and he makes my days complete. Seriously, for all of you that go home everyday to an empty house:: you need your very own Fitzy! Today we laid in the park on our flamingo blanket for 2 hours and I read and he napped. PERFECTION!
So:: Here we are:: School is starting up and life in NYC is just so blessed and so charmed. I hope you love Fitzy as much as every pedestrian on the street does. I hope that you think My Dear Elizabeth is divine from every angle. I hope you can feel the presence of my parents as they are my constant support. They get the questions and have the answers before I even turn to google. I hope you understand that parents are better than google. I hope you’ll forgive a summer of blogging in one post. The leaves are on their way out and the colors of the wind are on their way in. Pocahontas would be excited.
Much love (from Fitzy too!),
It’s a funny thing, Sisters.
We have a rhythm, a routine, a comfort zone.
It makes our relationships understandable, predictable.
Growing up with 2 sisters, any given summer day could mean that I was odd girl out and that Caroline and Elizabeth had teamed up to purposefully exclude me from our theatrical plays or our explorations of the woods.
But don’t feel sorry for me:: #1 I probably deserved it. #2 It would be Caroline’s or Elizabeth’s turn maybe even within the hour or at maximum the very next day.
But as we’ve gotten older and the world has separated us, the routines are no longer possible and slowly surprises have started creeping in. Stunning surprises like personality traits that couldn’t emerge crammed in with 2 other girls, and abilities that had previously been undiscovered. I think it’s important to note that girls, women, find who they are innately at a stage of independency where they are tasked with finding themselves for the purpose of living and loving. This past year living in three different places, the surprises have emerged with increasing frequency and here we arrive with our Lulu::
Snarky and brilliant, we always knew she was sharp, cunning, and adventurous. However, I don’t think any of us could have predicted her quick wit and her diverse love of this planet. She can be explaining to me the distinguishing / disturbing traits of the Kardashien sisters (will I ever get them strait?!?) and then spouting off fascinating statistics on deadly viruses and world populations!
I’ve always considered myself the nurturer / mother bear / hoverer of the three of us. However, as I moved from Brooklyn to Manhattan by myself while working full time, I was truly digging into the reserves of my sanity:: Yet again:: Enter Lulu:: She swooped in and helped me furnish my new place and even assembled ALL of the furniture while I was working. She ran my household for a solid 3 weeks! I can’t forget to mention my busted up toe that bled everywhere and that she doctored while I hyperventilated. These moments have not shocked me because I’ve always understood her to be perfectly capable. They’ve just brought me so much joy to see her embracing a self free of others! While we’re still confused about her generally low-self esteem, I’ll just keep avoiding standing next to her in pictures:: for though some say we look like twins, I can feel my hair dulling just standing next to her with gorgeous blonde wavy waves!
A very merry birthday my brave-adventure seeking-goddess-mermaid-seester!
You mean the world to me:: forever and ever.
I’ll leave you with this::
“But we must stem the tide of malice, and pour into each other’s wounded bosoms the balm of sisterly consolation.” – Mary Bennet (Pride and Prejudice).
To the moon and back my lovie,