Moving On

So today was my last day working at the high school I have been at for three years as an intern. You see, I have gathered all the hours I need to take my licensing exam and this summer I will be doing just that. Therefore, the school year is ending and I won't be returning next year. I won't miss being mistaken for a student as I walk around the campus, nor the underfunded facilities in which the counseling center was housed.
But today as I wrapped up with all my duties I became sentimental for the drafty building, and the time I get to myself on my commute and the cooky group of interns that I share time with. When things end I get sentimental, eerily so. When Jon and I moved to San Francisco we had to sell our first dining room table. If you were judging by my emotions as the table let our apartment you would have thought we sold Frank on Craigslist. I get attached to things and then infuse them with feelings.
Which is what I did today.
Oh the hours I spent working with students in that wonky office chair.
Or the number of times I made tea in the break room.

See what I mean? Mundane things given meaning based on emotions.
I'm really good at it.
Have you ever become emotional over things that you hadn't anticipated?

P.S. I was feeling so nostalgic that I snapped this picture to commemorate the moment. See? I told you, nostalgic to a fault.

They Do

This past weekend I was a bridesmaid in my first ever wedding! When I woke up on Saturday I was flooded with so many feelings, a little nervous for fear I would trip on my trot up the aisle, thankful to be part of such a special day but the overwhelming feeling that was love. And I realized a couple things. Namely that I have a love affair with my friends. I don't know how I lucked out, but not only was I blessed with such a loving family but my goodness I have the strongest, funniest, most loving group of friends to boot. Its not as though I haven't felt this before but when we all get together its so apparent, its so beautiful.

The other thing I realized? Celebrating the joy of loved ones is just as good as if it were your own joy. I remember hearing about this when I was a little gal and wondering just how celebrating happiness for others could be just as good as experiencing it yourself. I mean when you go to a birthday party as a kid you want to be the one ripping open the wrapping paper on the presents right?! But no, as I have gotten older I have realized the joy of others is just as sweet when you get to witness it.

Ain't love grand?
Congratulations you two. May you share many, many years of love and laughter.

Year 1

Last Friday morning Jon, Frank and I packed up and headed across the bridge to Sonoma. We headed to wine country with the hopes of wine tastings, relaxing, yummy dinners and quality time. It did not disappoint.

We rented a house with a real backyard, hot tub and a view. Oh what a view. Relaxation was a simple goal at such a beautiful place and such good company.

The reason for our sojourn? Our first wedding anniversary. I know, how has it been a year already? Most of the time this weekend I had trouble soaking in the fact that we were indeed celebrating a whole year of marriage already. That could have been the fastest year of my life, and one of the sweetest.
Having been together for over a decade before marrying, I wasn't expecting much of a difference in our relationship. But there was. Its hard to explain but there is just an overwhelming feeling of calm, security...peace. There is something about the fact that no matter what we are going to be forever linked in the history books. Me as his wife and he has my husband. The thought still chokes me up.

We came home on our actual anniversary (Sunday, the 14th) and indulged in champagne (in our wedding flutes) and the top tier of our wedding cake (which was actually quite delicious!).

 I am forever thankful for this past year of marriage, today, and however many tomorrows we are lucky enough to share.

(And yes, I am wearing my veil)