I was two months pregnant when I walked shoeless on the sand with an arm hooked onto my dads at sunrise on Poipu Beach in Kauai. And on this day, April 20th, 2019, Dave and I were married in front of our family and friends there.
Our foremost issue is his/my stealing of the bed covers and his 68-degree and my 73-degree car temperature differences, I don’t want to sound overconfident, but I think we got this thing in the bag. It’s incredible to me that reasoned and successful communication was so novel at the beginning because today I couldn’t imagine my life any other way.
I’m sad the Kraken lost for Dave. Perhaps he’ll do better next game and not forgo his lucky logo boxers.
I had to charge a no-show fee earlier; I hate doing it. Nothing about charging someone I care about a ton of money is fun. Even rationalizing it –it’s your policy, they signed the paperwork – doesn’t make me feel better. So I usually have a pleading conversation with the person the next time I see them, something like, “Please don’t put me in that position again, you dumb-dumb head.”
Also, at work, I had an artist friend attend a session virtually to answer questions about their career with a younger client I see. Watching the client light up and speak about their art was cute and fun, especially when talking to strangers typically riddles them with anxiety to the point of stuttering. After my friend ended the call, the client clapped and said, “I did it!”
Another client sent me a picture of a baby they adopted, a three-and-a-half-pound pedir premature boy. Seeing the photo and knowing their long journey to becoming a parent had been realized, I was touched to tears.
It’s been a lot this day has been, with so so much good.