For this six month celebration, Emma and I went to La Isla in Ballard for dinner. She’s wanted to go there since hearing about it and we had tried before, but it did’t work out. It almost didn’t this time – her job got a little crazy at the last minute – but we made it there, to try the food. And this is what we had…
It’s been six months since I married Emma.
In those six months, she’s moved across the country with me. We’ve had ups and downs. We’ve hurt each other’s feelings and made each other stunningly happy. We’ve both found work, and while it’s not the best work, it’s work, and we’re at least keeping our heads above water.
And to be honest, it’s really been amazing. I’ve learned so much. I feel that I’ve grown a lot.
And every day, I fall a little more in love with Emma. Something different every day that I find out about her. It’s been an incredible process, a time that I don’t want to ever end. We’re building something wonderful here, her and I, and I want it to keep going, keep being built, keep being created, forever.
It’s wonderful. I’m the most genuinely… not happy, because I am, but that’s not the word for it. No, the word for it is…
Content. What we have is something that fills me, makes my soul feel completed.
I’m married, and I think it’s the best damn thing ever.
I love you, Emma.
Humans are creatures of habit and of ritual. (Which I suppose are similar things, just the second is habit imbued with a greater meaning.). And when those are disrupted, you can feel kind of out of sorts for a while. That’s me today.
(follow-up on this post)
I just used the razor.
Oh my god. I usually use a Gillette Fusion Power razor, and this one, this razor that’s 46 years old, with a thin piece of sharp metal, one single blade…
It was so much better. It moved smoothly. I had to be careful, and I need practice. But I didn’t cut myself, I didn’t rip my face up, and one swipe with this double-edge safety razor was as good, if not better than, the four-blade powered one. It was just incredible. This is a keeper. I am going to use this forever.
After I finished, I took it apart, cleaned it, dried it, and put it back in the case. It’s a piece of art and I adore it.
My wife is a genius and a glorious creature.
Last night when we got in, Emma got the mail and said, “Oh, your present arrived!”
It’s leather. Not stretchy, or a web belt. An inch and a quarter wide. Silver buckle. And I have it buckled in the 4th hole. It’s a 54-56 belt. And I am wearing it and thinking how I may need another soon.
Funny how something simple as a black leather belt can feel like a trophy.
(Picture of the belt as I got it from the vendor.)
Hi there! I’m hoping that today finds you all well. I’m good. Doing some laundry, getting ready to go out for dinner with Emma.
And that means getting dressed and ready. For me, that’s always been a thing somewhat fraught with peril. Continue reading Considerations on sartorial splendor.
I think I have the post to Facebook thing worked out now.No, no I don’t, gonna have to contact support.
- My wife is amazing.
- Shaving first with, then against, the grain of your beard really DOES make it better. I now understand, but I’m not doing it to the mustache area, as I still fear I’m going to remove my nose accidentally.