Week Three

So, here's what's been happening lately...
Last week, Bobby worked 16-hour-days from 6:45am to 10:15pm. On Saturday, we slept in, slept in, and then slept in some more until 3:30pm. Although, I ended up wrecking the peace by having to throw up multiple times. I made it very dramatic...Bobby was sprinting to get the trashcan while I sealed my mouth shut with my fingers. The trashcan was full so he decided to search for a bag, but it was too late. I stumbled my way over to the trashcan, but knocked it over. Anyway, it was not cute.
Once that ordeal was over, we went "golfing" in what Bobby has now named "Buttswamp Course" (due to the marshy grass and nearby sewage plant). We really aren't golfers. Bobby gave the clubs over to me after about the fourth hole because his palms were bright red (even his practice swings look like he's attempting to chop down one of the Redwoods for speed and strength). My game was pretty good that day: meaning, I made contact with the ball on nearly every attempt. There were two main highlights of the entire afternoon: one, being lowered over a bridge by Jamie and Bobby into the stream to fish out a ball; and two, getting within 12 feet of a wild deer.
After that, we met up with Kristen and her friend to eat at a local, waterfront bar/restaurant, called Pelicans.
The next day was our FIRST ANNIVERSARY! We decided to go with the traditional gift materials, and give each other something paper this year. Bobby gave me nothing (but all his love and time), which I anticipated, so I made some of his coupons double-sided. In other words, if he wants to use his 15 minute massage coupon, I get to take him shopping with me (just an example). One of his favorite coupons was the 15 seconds of torture that he's allowed to freely inflict upon me...he was laughing maniacally (but I doubt he'll really use it).
We had a wonderful day: went to church, ate out on the water, talked about our marriage/year, and got lost taking an evening walk around the neighborhood. Because so much has changed in our lives, last year feels so long ago, but because our relationship has so much joy and love, it feels like less than a year since we married. I heard on the radio today, that out of 5,000 couples surveyed, the average amount of time after marriage that "love left the relationship" was 2 years and 6 months. Soooo, we'll have to keep a close eye out for signs of things that destroy that love and hold on to what we've got.
Well, lots of love to my friends and family reading this. I look forward to getting together with you!
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