the perfectly imperfect blend

We're not newlyweds anymore. It hit me when I threw away our rusted cake pan that I got at my wedding shower. It then dawned on me that we'd also replaced our vacuum, hand mixer, and VCR--also wedding gifts. I don't consider myself suddenly way experienced at being married now that it's been 7 years, because with each year, Dax and I experience things that we've never experienced before. I still feel like a newlywed in that respect and for the fact that I love him just as much (more) as when I married him. I am grateful for the chance to be married in this life and even more thankful that I scored the man I got.

It is always interesting to me just how different Dax and I are, yet how great we go together. I find evidence of how different we are by things that are in our home, and while our things don't necessarily go great together (the designers on HGTV would have a coronary),



I love that we are able to appreciate each other and allow for the other person to explore separate styles and interests. And while I would love to have a shed out back to put all of Dax's antlers in, the pile in the corner of my living room reminds me just how lucky I am to have him. I hope he feels the same way about me when we get a house and I paint the walls orange.