Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Late nights, long talks, and paint seshes.

Last night was one of those unexpected late nights.

Verner and I were in bed, winding down, getting ready to sleep (well, he was getting ready to sleep), which then of course prompted me to start up a lengthy conversation with him.

Funny how that happens.

I was in one of those moods where I just needed to talk. I needed to talk about my worries. I needed to talk about my stresses. I needed to ask questions that I didn't really need to hear answers to. I just needed a set of ears, you know?

And sometimes, because he's a man and that's what men do, he wants to fix these worries and stresses by devising a plan to make it all better. But last night? Somehow he just knew to stay silent and listen. He just let me talk....and talk, and talk.

And then, just like that, things felt whole again. Without anything really changing at all but the mere fact that I was heard.

So then, after a nice hug-sesh, I looked at our kitchen (because from our BED, it's a mere 5 feet away) and said I hated the color. (Okay, hate is a strong word, so we'll say "strongly dislike".) And, as if he somehow knew right then was the moment to be a "Fixer of a Man", up out of bed he got, whipped out some leftover paint samples we had, and started painting. And so begins our new kitchen project...

And if you're wondering if I got up to help, I DID. For about 5 minutes. Then it was back to bed for me so I could give my much needed and professional advice on if the color looked okay from a distance. Obvi.

Then, when it was well past midnight and I should have been in a deep sleep, I instead laid there, wide awake, and discovered about 100 new people to follow on Instagram.

Just makin' the most of my time, people, what can I say.



Tuesday, July 22, 2014


July 22, 2011 (3 years ago, in case you couldn't calculate that):

"Turning 25, all depressing jokes aside, is actually quite exciting to me.
I'm eager to see what this next year has in store for me.
Will I still be at the same job next year?
Or will I have a quarter life crisis and become a stripper?
Will I still live in San Diego next year?
Or will I finally travel the world like I've been wanting?
Will I be in a relationship next year?
Or will I forever dedicate myself to a nunnery?

Who knows.
But I'm excited to find out."

^^^Little 25 year old Michelle in her ho-bag, "I'm single", clubbin' dress...^^^


Tomorrow, I turn 28. 

In fact, this morning over breakfast, Verner said to me, 

"Did you know that today is the very last day you will ever be 27?"

Well I'll be. 

Would you believe that I kind of completely forgot it's my birthday tomorrow?

So many exciting things have been happening lately that my birthday seems quite insignificant, if you ask me. Plus, you know, 27/28? What's the diff really? Not a whole lot, in my opinion.

But I will say - - I kind of love looking back at that 25 year old girl and reading the questions she asked. Because little did she know just how much her world was about to change. I had met Verner, but we had only been on maybe one or two dates at that time. 

It's so great to see how fulfilling my life has become since meeting him. How, because of him, my biggest and greatest dreams have been/are being/will be fulfilled. (I know, cue the sap). But seriously. It's amazing to me.

I'm just so thankful for this journey called life. But more importantly, I'm so thankful for this journey with an incredible person to do it with.

I got a birthday card from my mom today and she wrote, 

"This time next year, you'll be a married woman!" 

Holla! ;)

Here's to a great 28th year, eh?


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