Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Pig's Feet, Power Outages, Pliers, and a Paper...

PART ONE: Pig's Feet
This all began Friday night. As Stephen was walking upstairs to study (of course; and yes, on a Friday night), he stopped mid-way to begin the following conversation:
Stephen: Can I bring home a pig's foot?
Jill: No! (Stated without hesitation due to the sheer randomness of the question.)
Stephen: Why not?
Jill: Seriously? Are you really asking that? Remember when you taught yourself how to suture by cutting a banana and stitching it up (I am not lying, by the way), and I opened up the refrigerator and found it? It made me want to vomit. I do not like things like that, especially in the kitchen! (I hate hospitals. I get queasy when I see anything medically related other than a band aid.)
Stephen: But, this is for school!
Jill: (My thoughts: Well, duh! I figured!) What are you planning on doing with it?
Stephen: Practice suturing.
Jill: Where are you planning on storing this foot?
Stephen: In the freezer.
Jill: NOPE!
Stephen: Why? It will be in a bag.
Jill: I do not want a nasty pig's foot in my freezer...
The conversation continues with me defending myself by saying that we cannot put a pig's foot that has walked in manure in our freezer (fully knowing that it would be completely sanitized). Then, I suggested that he bring it home, immediately practice, and then throw it away. Not going to happen. Little did I know that a pig's foot is very expensive and you do not throw them away. We have yet to come to a decision/compromise, but I would not be surprised if Stephen has already hidden a pig's foot in our freezer. I am just going to play "the ignorance is bliss" card.

In situations like these, I try to step back and think: Am I ridiculous to not want a pig's foot in my freezer? Then, I imagine myself getting chicken out of my freezer and thinking about a yummy dinner when I see a pig's foot that looks like it has been mutilated and then stitched back together. Or opening the freezer door in the morning when I am half asleep to grab a Lean Cuisine for lunch and a "railroad track" looking pig's foot falling to my feet and scaring me half to death. NOPE, I am NOT RIDICULOUS at ALL!


PART TWO: Power Outage
At approximately 2 am Saturday morning, our power goes out. You are probably thinking how do you know the time? Well, Stephen and I sleep with a fan and when that humming noise turned off, we were both wide awake. It came back on at 4 am for ONE MINUTE. Awesome. According to my neighbor, the top of the line was hit and they had to repair the damage. Needless to say, we were without power until 2 pm Saturday afternoon. The whole day I kept turning on lights and then saying, "Dang it! The power's out!" You do not realize how much you use electricity until it is gone. Oh yes, and my main to-dos for Saturday were: Do the Laundry, Clean the House (since I couldn't use a vacuum, that meant I also couldn't clean a bathroom - don't you love my rationale for avoiding cleaning?).


PART THREE: Pliers
Stephen went out of town Saturday afternoon for a boy's weekend. About two minutes after he walked out the door, I decided to get a drink of soda out of a two liter. BUT I could not open it.
Just a little insight on the "routines" in the Hasselbring household: When Stephen closes something with a lid and I am the next person to open it, I have to yell for him to come open the container almost every single time. I cannot get them open, and it frustrates me to no end that I can't, so I eventually yell for him. What does he do when he looks at the container? He says: "Jill, c'mon, you can open that!" My reply, "Um, no I can't! Why do you think I asked you to open it!" Then, he makes me attempt AGAIN in front of him just to make sure. At this point, my palms are sweaty, my hands hurt from the many attempts before - it is like they have become raw (so it is definitely not going to open), and my blood pressure is through the roof. After all that, he opens the container with ease and I need a shower from the workout.
Back to Stephen not at the house to come to the rescue...
So I try and try to open it. Once again, hand raw from trying so hard. I then think...PLIERS! I go get pliers, and they worked like magic. Then, I took one itty bitty sip and secured the top back on the two liter. REALLY, all that work for one SIP?


PART FOUR: BIG Paper
I should not be writing on the blog right now because I have a 15 - 20 page paper due in 10 days for grad school, of which I am still in the researching stage. I am not behind at all. Awesome. I say that to inform you that another drought is coming on the blog. I am telling myself that I cannot blog again until I am finished with the paper and the presentation. Who knows, that may mean I will post more frequently than ever...

So to leave you on a "good" note, here are a few pictures of Stephen suturing using a SUTURING KIT. Why would you ever want to practice on a pig's foot when you have a suture kit that has been recycled through many other PA students before you? Seriously...


Inserting the suture...Practicing...Stephen was so proud of this stitch (the first one from the left)!

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Big News...

Since I shared slight differences that Stephen and I have in the last post... I might as well keep the ball rolling and add to it.
Last night, Stephen recieved an email from his dad with pictures of Katie Grace (our niece) attached with a short message that included this question: "Have you heard the news?"
Stephen asked me if I had heard any news. My reply: no - but with a strong sense of urgency for him to call his parents and find out! What does he do? NOTHING. While I am sitting on the edge of my seat, thinking "is he seriously not going to call?" NOPE, he seriously isn't going to call UNTIL OVER AN HOUR LATER.
I am just laughing to myself as I write this because I feel like if someone were watching our lives and commentating they would say: "There goes Jill overreacting and flipping out again. And Stephen just ignoring her as usual!" That's so funny to me because it is so true; I can't really blame him.
The other thing that makes me laugh is that I think Stephen purposely waited to call because he knew it would kill me. That is his subtle way of saying CHILL OUT!
Or let's be real, he's a guy - he wasn't really thinking about any of these things at all! He just wanted to wait till the end of American Idol to call them.
Can the statement, "Men are from Mars and women are from Venus!" be any more true?
Now for the BIG news...
Stephen's brother and sister-in-law are having another child in July, which we already knew. I had a feeling the news would be about them finding out the sex of the child. I patiently waited (well, not really) for him to call his parents and ask. Guess what? They are having a BOY!
Our precious niece below will be a big sister to a brother!
Can you believe I actually have pictures on my blog for once?
All these pictures are taken of her at a park in California.
Notice the cute sun dress in MARCH - unfair.


A girl after Stephen's own heart - a ball already in her hands.


I love that she is wearing tennis shoes - that-a-girl!

She is walking all over the place. Rachel (my sister-in-law) told me that she doesn't even let them hold her, even far distances. The girl loves to walk!


So cute...



Congrats Andy, Rachel, and Katie Grace!

We are so excited to meet him!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

My P-A-S...

Just to ease the minds of the men who read my blog (namely my dad and father-in-law), the acronym in the title has nothing to do with anything feminine. It is safe for you to read on…

When Stephen and I were dating, I used to make fun of all the letters/certifications behind his name. For instance, on his old business card at Elite, it says: Stephen Hasselbring, ATC, LAT. Basically, all those letters mean athletic trainer. I don't even know what the LAT part means (I should ask Stephen, OH WAIT! He is studying! He has seven tests or quizzes in the next two weeks. Can someone say STRESSED? Not a good time to ask questions of little importance! He is understandably a little on edge...) I feel like he has more letters than a doctor would have…which is ridiculous to me.

Regardless, last fall he had to attend the Physician Assistant Conference in Gaitlinburg, TN. When he returned, I noticed that he had to wear a badge around during the conference with his name and PAS following. I thought to myself, “what does the “S” mean?” For those of you who are as slow as I was and took some time to figure it out, it stands for student. (Just in case you are confused, the P-A stands for Physician Assistant) What do I do? I go downstairs and immediately start giving him a hard time. Still to this day, I will say “how’s my P-A-S?” He hates it, so what do I do? Continue to say it! The kicker is he always giggles when I say it to him, so why in the world would I ever stop?

To give you an update on Mr. P-A-S… in May it will be one year that he has been in school. Sometimes I think it has flown by and then there are those bad days when I think he will never be done. Unfortunately, the later is the feeling most days. To be perfectly honest with you, there hasn’t been a day when I think: “I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.” Until last week…

On Tuesday, Stephen had a meeting about his clinical rotations. By the way, clinical rotations equals last year of school and a break from studying. Or you may like to see it the way I do: Clinical Rotations = I partially get my husband back! [Originally, I wrote "get my husband back!" BUT Mr. "I have seven tests coming up and full of optimism!" P-A-S says: "Umm...not really." Hence, the insertion of "partially."]

He will have to complete eight, six week rotations (Two Rotations in Family Practice, One in Internal Medicine, One in ER, One in Pediatrics, One in Surgery, One in Psychiatry, and One is an Elective). I am thinking that the meeting was rather long and boring because Stephen configured a plan. The elective rotation is the last rotation and gives students the opportunity to either: do a rotation in a branch of medicine that wasn’t offered in the other clinical rotations (i.e. dermatology or orthopedics) OR go to the place where you think/have a chance of being hired. Before even going to the meeting, Stephen knew he would go to Elite (where he worked before starting PA school) for his elective rotation. Then, he thought, “Well, why don’t I try to go to Elite for the surgical rotation as well?”

Let me interrupt the story for just a second…

When he came home, I asked him how the meeting went. Response: Good. During dinner, he gets a call from Dr. Elrod, which I thought was weird. But, unbeknownst to me, Stephen had called him earlier and left a message about the rotations, all of which I gleaned from their phone conversation. And yes, I was definitely overhearing the entire conversation. It also wasn’t until I was listening to their conversation that I became aware of all the things I just stated above. I don’t know why I am shocked – but it kills me sometimes that he does not communicate. If I were in his shoes, I would have been talking for an hour about the whole meeting and what I was thinking. Opposites attract, I suppose.

Back to the story…

Dr. Elrod told Stephen that if he could come for two rotations (surgical and elective) that would be the best. He would be with only him for one and then could rotate around and observe the other doctors in the office for the other 6 weeks. Perfect scenario! And good news! His wishes were granted at the end of this week, he will get to spend two rotations at Elite. I think I am happier than he is because I also found out that he could be out of town for a rotation. Bummer… At least I know he will definitely be in town for two of them!

Even though school is tough, he is doing well. Thankfully. We just have to keep reminding ourselves that this is for a short time. Thanks for keeping up with us!

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Happy Valentine's Day!

Disclaimer:
When I became a blogger last June, Stephen just laughed and said “once school starts, you will never keep it up.” (Thanks for the support, dearest one!) I am very competitive by nature, so I thought “I’ll show you!” Well, well, well…we all know how that went. Six months later, I post again. I am going to pretend that I haven’t skipped a beat and I am sure in postings to come (hopefully) events from the past six months will reveal themselves. I know as Stephen reads this – he is thinking – Stephen: 1 point Jill: GOOSE EGG. There is not the slightest hint of animosity in my tone. =)

Happy Valentine’s Day from the Hasselbrings! (I suppose I should also be wishing you a Happy Thanksgiving, a Merry Christmas, a Happy New Year… but I am supposed to be pretending that I haven’t ignored the blog for half a year.)

This morning as Stephen and I woke up for church – I wished him a Happy Valentine’s Day in passing as we got ready. He immediately replies, “Oh, yeah! It is Valentine’s Day! Happy Valentine’s Day, Jill!” Needless to say, I wasn’t anticipating a dozen roses on the kitchen table with a comment like that.

As we were eating breakfast, he mentioned that he had great intentions of buying me a card, but he just didn’t get around to it. (He is still in PA school (it hasn’t been that long since my last post) – He had two huge tests this week in his hardest classes…) I just giggled knowing that I had bought him a card last week when I went to the store.

As he was eating, I slipped away with the card to sign it and add a few comments. When I finished, I set the card in front of him. He looked at me with a “dang it, I should have bought her a card, this is very embarrassing” look on his face. It was priceless! I was loving every second (remember, I am very competitive – and he is too!) The next thing I know he is pouring my coffee and getting me cream and sugar to go with it (in a completely joking way to make up for his shortcomings!)

The whole situation was hilarious to both of us!
I wouldn’t have changed it in anyway – because that is us.

But I will say: Stephen – 1, Jill – 1. Not that I am competitive or anything...

Friday, July 31, 2009

The Three Amigos Make Their Debut...

This summer I have helped (very sporadically) one of Stephen's old co-workers, Jenny, with her triplets. Yes, triplets. Jenny was Dr. Elrod's assistant. From what I hear, she ran the show at the office - she knew everything about everything. She was definitely loved and it was a very sad day when she left. But she is now a proud mommy of triplets - Maddux, Nola, and Luce.

Typically when I help her - I show up at 10 am for their second feeding of the day. I help feed them, play with them, change diapers, etc. I also help her with the third feeding - and then head home. I have only gone about three times to help her because of scheduling conflicts. I wish I could have helped her more - but she has it down to a science. It is incredible. And for the most part, she is by herself all day with the kiddos. Their feedings are now four hours apart, so that gives her a little more time in-between. And they are sleeping through the night - which definitely helps.

Last Wednesday, I helped her take the triplets to Elite. This was the first time she was able to take the triplets to the office and meet everyone.

I met at her house at 10 am to help feed the little ones, change them, and get them all ready to go. I was shocked that we had fed all three, changed their diapers and clothes, loaded them up, and on the road by 11:30. For those of you that have one child, an hour and a half seems like a long time - but for triplets that's a feat - and there were two people working on the whole process.

We got to Elite by 12:15. I was pushing Maddux and Nola in the stroller and Jenny was carrying Luce (she is the lightest) in her carrier. They have a three-baby stroller, but we would had to move the babies out of their carriers to the stroller. It would have taken quite some time. And the stroller was HUGE and LONG - not very accessible.

Everyone at Elite loved them and were amazed how good Jenny looked after three babies - she looks like she never had a child. Everyone was asking questions because, like me, they can't comprehend how someone could handle three babies all at once.
Here are some more pictures from the visit... People were moving, so some of the pictures look blurry or our camera just stinks. Not sure which one.


Jenny getting ready to take Maddux out of his carrier.
That is the stroller I pushed around for the day.
It was perfect because we just had to set their carriers in there and they were ready to go.
Dr. Elrod with Luce.


He didn't get to spend much time with the babes because he had to go to surgery.
His face lit up when he saw Jenny.
I'm glad we made it time to see him - even if it was just for a few minutes.

Nola Bear.
She's the drama queen - you gotta have one in every family.
She is so cute.

Maddux - mid-yawn.
He is the biggest one of the gang.
He is a cuddler and just precious.
I feed him every time I go over there.
We have bonded.

Jenny taking Maddux to get his diaper changed - and change his clothes.
He peed through his diaper and clothes were wet.
Little Luce.
She was the culprit for the early delivery - she had a blood clot in her placenta.
The plan was for the doctor to get her out first, and when he tried she slid back where he couldn't reach her. She ended up being the last one out.
Luce is the laid back one of the three.

Nola with Jill.

Rick, the MRI guy, holding Nola.
She was all smiles with Rick.

Julianne, Dr. Elrod's nurse practitioner, holding Maddux.

Chasity with Luce.
Chasity is Dr. Elrod's nurse and worked along side Stephen.
Chasity could not get enough of Luce!


They were so good the entire time - which is amazing because they were passed around a lot. They slept all the way home until 3 minutes out - then it was definitely apparent that it had been about 5 hours since they had eaten. When we got home, they guzzled down their bottles in no time.

They are so happy and so sweet. I love hanging out with them.

Keep up the good work, Jenny! You are doing a great job!

Thursday, July 30, 2009

A Few More "Unbelievables" to Add to the List...

If you recall early on I made a short list of "unbelievables" at the end of a post. It may become a tradition on the blog because I think years from now it will be fun to look back on...

Top Ten Unbelievables...(in no particular order).
1. After tomorrow, Stephen only has two weeks left in his first semester. UNBELIEVABLE!
It has gone by so fast (for me, at least - he may think otherwise) - but he is quick to say that he still has a lot to do. He has a quiz in Physiology on Monday. His last week, he has class on Monday and Tuesday, then finals Wednesday through Friday. Unfortunately, he will be responsible for material covered on the last Monday and Tuesday on the finals. He is ONLY covering four chapters (probably about 50 pages in the textbook) in Physiology TWO DAYS before the final. NO BIG DEAL!

2. Stephen's last day of finals is my first day of school. Perfect timing.
That's right only 15 more days until I start back at school. I officially have to report on August 10th (11 days from now). However, I have to set up a new classroom (because I am moving from second to third grade), I will go back this Monday to start the process (4 days). Four days left of summer bliss. Unbelievable.
My sister is graduating from Nurse Practitioner School at Vanderbilt on Sunday. My mom is flying in tomorrow to attend her graduation and going to stay the entire week to help me with my classroom. It will be so nice because I will need all the help I can get. I have a to-do list a mile long.

3. I got my wisdom teeth out a couple of weeks ago. It has to be one of the easiest wisdom teeth extraction stories ever. And I am very proud to say that! I only had two and they were on the top. According to my dentist, top wisdom teeth give patients less trouble than the bottom ones. To make things even easier, they had already come in, so the dentist was able to do the procedure without putting me to sleep and without cutting or stitches.
I left my house at 7:15 am and walked back in my door at 8:00 am. Unbelievable!
I was eating a hamburger that night - even more unbelievable. I'll stop because I realize I am now bragging.

4. Two days after I got my wisdom teeth out - I scheduled to take the Millers Analogy Test (MAT) at Lipscomb University. It is an entrance exam for graduate school. Needless to say, I was freaking out about the test because it covered material from famous artists, authors, scientists, and musicians to U.S. presidents, wars, science topics, and maybe one question about math. And did I mention they were all analogies? Example of an analogy: MAT is to unbelievably hard as Jill is to failing. Here's a little more background: I never took U.S. history, the only books I read are children's books - not novels about Existentialism in Kafka's Metamorphosis (I only remember that because I had to write an essay on that in high school) - and if I had to choose a favorite part of a standardized test it would be the math section - which there might have been one question out of the entire 120. In fact, my example analogy is probably completely incorrect. And the test would not use the words "unbelievably hard" or "failed" - it would be vocabulary words no one has ever seen before except Matt Hardison (no offense, Matt). Oh yes - I must not forget the other reason why I was freaking out. The first time I took one of the practice tests in the book (without studying - just to see how I would do), I scored a 50%. Obviously, I needed to do some major studying. After learning almost 500 vocabulary words and trying to memorize random facts about everything, I took 5 or 6 more of the practice tests. On ALL 5 or 6 of the practice tests I took, I never achieve over a 50%. In other words, my studying was counter productive. U.n.b.e.l.i.e.v.a.b.l.e.
I took the test and passed. Not by a whole lot, but that doesn't even matter.
I will be starting graduate school at Lipscomb University this fall. I will be getting my masters in Leadership or Administration - I am unsure of the official title. By completing this masters, I will have the credentials to become a principal.
It will be interesting teaching a brand new grade and starting school all at the same time.

5. Even though he would probably never admit it, I think Stephen really loves what he is learning about in school. Yes, I think it is official - my husband is an anatomy nerd! The whole time I thought I was married to this jock - NOPE - a nerd. UnBeLiEvAblE.
When we went out for our anniversary, we ordered dessert. Before it came out, I looked at Stephen and said "I am way too full to eat dessert." He goes into an huge explanation about how stomachs have different sections...and I didn't understand anything after that. NERD.
While I was in Indiana, I called him one night to see how he was doing - and he seemed peppy on the phone. That was weird because he hates talking on the phone. It was because he got to dislocate a hip in the anatomy lab that afternoon. I think he was one of the students that initiated the entire event - and he got to help the anatomy teacher pull the leg across the body and then cut away at some of the muscle to cause the hip to dislocate. He said you could see so much stuff by doing that. What a nerd!
It is almost impossible to get Stephen to do anything other than study - but he found out that Dr. Elrod was doing a Extra-Articular Tenodesis of the IT Band with ACL Revision with Allograft with Bilateral Meniscal Repairs - a.k.a. - a three hour surgery where the knee is partly exposed. He had to go and see this. I couldn't believe he took 3 hours from studying ON A TEST DAY - But he loves that kind of stuff. I'm telling you - he is a nerd.

6. It has been almost a month now - but Steve McNair's passing definitely reached UNBELIEVABLE status in our house. Stephen was pretty upset about the whole incident, as all Nashvillians. Stephen's first year of working with the Titans as an Athletic Training Intern during Training Camp in college was Steve McNair's last season with the Titans. According to Stephen, he was an awesome guy and very friendly to everyone. He was very appreciative of the Athletic Training Staff and treated people like they were best buds. To lighten the mood after hearing about his death, I said "Your signed Steve McNair jersey will be worth a lot!" His reply, "We are not selling it!" Needless to say, he was in no mood for jokes. To hear someone die in such a way is really unbelievable.

7. The other night Stephen and I were trying to figure out what his average was in Physiology. You know what it's like when finals are near - you are trying to see how much you are really going to have to study for the final based on your current average - or sometimes you realize that you need a divine intervention if you ever want to pass the class. By the way, the task of figuring out his average was way above 3rd grade math. Because quizzes counted for so much percent and test counted a different percent. It was quite the process. Stephen is going into finals with a very solid average, which will make finals a little less stressful. And this is a course two months ago, he thought he would never pass. UNbelievABLE. I am not sure why he even figured out his average because it won't change the way he studies.
Studying Side Note: I met up with him at Trevecca for dinner on a Sunday before Physiology Test on that Monday. I walk in the room where he was studying and he had written (in his itty bitty handwriting) all over the white boards around the room. He had a picture of the kidney and they way it worked. There was so much writing crammed on those boards. It was unbelievable. He's been begging me to go to school and pick up some dry erase markers for him - now I know why. I am not going to make fun of his studying habits because they work!

8. Two weeks ago, a friend that lived near me in Germany (I moved to Germany in 7th grade and lived their till I graduated from high school) sent me a message on Facebook to say that he was coming in town for the NAMM (National something Music something?) Convention in Nashville. He was a year below me in school, but our grades were so small that everyone kind of knew everyone. We both played basketball and our teams would travel together. Since we lived close we road the bus together and carpooled from school (we couldn't drive in Germany - I road the bus as a senior in high school - pretty cool). We were pretty good friends. His name is Michael Bustamante, but we all called him "Busta."
By the way, I was shocked because none of my friends from Germany have ever come to Nashville because they all live in the north and northeast. We got in contact with each other and met up for dinner with his dad and brother that were with him for the Convention. The reason they came to the Convention was because his dad has become an entrepreneur. He invented/ developed something called the "Case Brace" and he is trying to sell nationally and internationally. If you open a guitar case and stand it upright, you can slip the "Case Brace" in the crease of the case and set your guitar in it upright and it acts as a stand. I am not a guitar player but it sounded cool. Regardless, it was fun catching up with him and hearing what was new going on in his life. And we definitely reminisced about the days in Deutschland. We had dinner downtown and went to Wildhorse after. Even though he doesn't listen to country music, they were shocked by the talent of the band. They were amazed by all the life music - even all the people walking around. They live near Detroit - and according to them - it has become a complete ghost town. In downtown Detroit either all the store windows are boarded up or the windows are broken.
Busta couldn't believe I was married and that I had a southern accent. I suppose some things have changed. It was unbelievable seeing a friend from Germany. I loved showing him Nashville - and I was super excited that he loved it here.
Me and Mike at Wildhorse

9. Stephen and I decided when we went out for our anniversary that in the summer of 2012 - the summer after he graduates from PA school - approximately 35 months from now - we are going on a big vacation somewhere. It is going to be unbelievable! And we are inviting anyone who wants to come with us. We are thinking an all-inclusive, beachy spot - since we had such good luck with the same kind of thing on our honeymoon. We are letting everybody know early, so that you can start saving NOW. That way there will be no excuses 35 months from now!

10. Last but not least - FINALLY - a note card update...
I took this picture about 4 hours ago, so it is no longer accurate. He has probably added about fifty to this pile since then. I put my life at risk taking this photo. If these piles would have fallen over - I would have been sleeping on the couch tonight.
Physiology Note Cards on the left.
Anatomy Note Cards on the right.
UNBelievABLE!!

I had to take a picture of this. This is what he uses to separate his note cards into chapters. He draws block numbers on a red card. It just seems funny to me - I have no clue why. And I should have taken a picture of his block number 4 - it's a good one. Maybe next time.
11. I leave you with a bonus for all you Bachlorette Lovers out there...Jillian chose Ed over REED!!! Unbelievable. I felt a little better about Ed after the rose ceremony show - but STILL. Reed was the much better catch! And I have to admit - I almost had to stop eating dinner when I watched how much Jillian and Ed were kissing each other on the couch - EVEN while Chris was trying to ask them questions. That had to be awkward for him. Well, I'm ready for the next season - I love drama - when it has nothing to do with me! I'm really thinking Scott Cagle (Julie's brother) should be the NEXT BACHELOR!

Sunday, July 19, 2009

One Year Ago...


One year ago today, on July 19, 2008, Stephen and I said these words to each other...
I promise to accept my responsibility as your husband/wife.
I will be faithful always only to you.
I give my soul enthusiastically to our relationship.
I ask that God may bless you and our marriage with faith, with hope, and with love.
I accept you with all my heart as my spouse from this day forward.
May God keep me true to this vow.

I give you this ring because I love you.
Please wear this ring because you love me.
May this love always complete you, and may this love make us one.


I was able to chisel out an evening slot from Stephen's studying schedule. That's saying a lot because he has a Physiology Test tomorrow. We celebrated the occasion with dinner at Fleming's. It was probably our first date in about 5 or 6 months. I can imagine the shock on your face - but Stephen and I love to go out with friends, we have been extremely busy, etc. And honestly, the last thing I ever want to do after a week of work is get all dolled up and go somewhere fancy. I really just love getting in sweats, ordering pizza, and calling it a night. But after getting all dressed up (Stephen even painted my toenails as I was drying my hair because I was running late) holding hands, and laughing together last night - we were giddy like we just started dating - we realized that we should probably have date nights more often. It was the perfect celebration and the food was amazing.


365 days of love
52 weeks of happiness
12 months of dreams
1 year of a beautiful marriage.

That is what the card I gave him says - but let's be honest - it was my first year of teaching as well.
So the more appropriate version...
365 days of being a shoulder to cry on
52 weeks of being an ear to listen
12 weeks of being a mouth of encouragement
1 year of being a rock to lean on.
And I can't believe you stuck it out...

I couldn't have made it through this year without him.
I am so thankful and blessed.

Happy Anniversary, Stephen.