Red

I haven't been very good about writing, have I? As I caught up tonight on the adventures and struggles of all of my far-away friends, and as I re-read my own journal premier, I realized I had been unappreciative of life here in Grand Rapids. Even without spreading our wings and flying away, Jeff and I have had more than our fair share of adjustments to get used to, but being married has been an incredible blessing. not perfect, and we both have a lot to learn about patience--he leaves his dishes out, I never pick up my shoes, he stays up until who knows when and I hop out of bed in the morning like a Pop Tart. Even so, having someone to share every day life stuff with, the good, the bad, and the mundane, has been more of a comfort than I would have ever thought. Even though we live together, we've both been pretty busy, and its actually been possible to miss him. Go figure. When we are together, we're often with friends, playing catch up from when we both fell off the planet around wedding-time.

But I have a long weekend, and yesterday we slept in, had chinese downtown with his brother, then Jeff got a haircut while I read at Madcap. It sounds so normal but it was really nice to just be together for the whole day, without work or chores or bills getting in the way. Admittedly, I'm sure house chores and bills could have used some attention, but we decided to save those for another day.

After lunch, we spent the afternoon thrift-store hopping and bought about a million old picture frames. We spent the evening spray-painting them all red, and now we've hung the mismatched collection on the stair wall leading up to our room.  It was a simple project, but it was fun to create something together. We spent the evening getting spray-paint all over the garage and our hands, and for the first time in awhile, it was just the two of us, talking and doing one more small thing to make this crazy house more like our home.