May
8
Hallmark moments, Mother’s Day edition
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It wouldn’t be Mother’s Day without my annual attempt at a keepsake photo, and I’m pleased to announce that this year’s results were as stunning as ever. So many treasured images to choose from, it’s nearly impossible to know which one I should have framed. Please, enjoy just a few of the 227 images we captured today, each and every one an invaluable memento of motherhood.
Riley: Uggh I just woke up someone give me a fucking cigarette oh god what happened last night
Dylan: IF I LOOK AT THE CAMERA IT WILL STEAL MY SOUL
Dylan: …
Riley: WASSUP LADDIEES
Dylan: ….
Riley: HOW YOU DOIN?
Dylan: …
Riley: AYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Dylan: I had a kitty once.
Dylan: …
Dylan: She’s dead now.
Riley: Ohmagah this is like sooooo lame.
Dylan: I … I can see air molecules.
Me: *Blink*
Riley: *Blink*
Dylan: Now. Now I strike.
Me: Nice.
Riley: What? I had beans earlier.
Dylan: Okay, so, that’s fucked up. The longer you look at Riley the more it looks like someone Photoshopped his head onto his body. Does anyone else see this? Hello?
Riley: Hey, no way, I actually look pretty good here.
Me: Yeah, I’m not that bad eith—
Dylan: HEE HAW! HEE HAW! HEEEEEE HAWWWWWWWW!
I hope you and yours had an wonderful Mother’s Day. Despite—or maybe thanks in part to—the photographic evidence, mine was an absolute joy.
May
5
Ten years
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I met him when we were working at the same company in Corvallis, Oregon. I was tethered by a phone to a front office desk, where I made surreptitious cow eyes at him when he’d stride by once a day to the mailroom.
We moved to Las Vegas in 1999, and on New Year’s Eve he dropped to one knee in the midst of a shower of confetti and celebratory dance floor whoops and in his hand was the most beautiful ring I’d ever seen.
In Seattle we moved from a dilapidated apartment to our first home. A dog joined us, and eventually a baby. We weathered a thousand storms, and at least one excruciatingly dark period from which I never believed we’d be able to emerge with our marriage intact.
We started as an unfettered young couple who partied and drank together every day; we stand together now as two people rapidly approaching middle age but stronger and healthier than ever.
We have two perfect children and a million shared stories.
Recently we sat together in a tiny wood-paneled office and signed the most grown-up documents I’ve ever seen: power of attorney, health care directive, last will and testament. I don’t quite know how to describe it, but as unromantic as the moment was, it nevertheless felt like a renewal of vows. It felt like a serious, loving commitment to our shared life, like the day we stood in front of our family and were declared as husband and wife.
That day—the day we kissed as a married couple for the first time—happened ten years ago today. I have never stopped wondering how I got so lucky. I have never been so sure of having made the best decision of my life.
Happy anniversary, John. I love you so goddamned much.
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