|Look at those babies!!|
|What was your name again?|
|Still together... technically. The copious amounts of beer helps.|
Our Sunday evenings in DC were spent at Grace DC, an urban Presbyterian church where we met some people who to this day are our closest friends. One of those couples are listed in our will as the second guardians for our children if Grant and I both die. These were good people who pulled us in to their community and loved us enough to make us face our issues together.The above happiness is legit and not booze-induced. It is also illegal- we are standing in front of the Presidential seal right after entering the West Wing. Don't let that practical Little Black Dress and JosABank suit fool you...we are crazy.
|Our first child- Elliott. Greatest dog in the world. Never thought I would become THAT woman who hated her dog once she had kids. I totally did. He is in a better place now with people who actually remember to feed him.|
|We weren't pregnant yet but "trying". Hence the exhausted look on Grant's face.|
And that is our backstory. We are now an exhausted but happy couple with two delicious babes and if we even think about divorce the logistics of splitting up bank accounts- not to mention our books- is enough to make us want to work it out. We work hard to keep the best version of ourselves alive rather then falling into the comfortable armchair marriage. I have kept my promise not to leave the house in yoga pants (with one desperate exception) and he eats good, natural food that I stock our pantry with. Our differences have merged and formed a really beautiful and unique marriage. Last night after we put the babes to bed, we sat on the back porch and made dinner out of steaks, corn and tomatoes I got at a farmers market and listened to a new artist he discovered. And even though I enjoyed my second cocktail, I didn't need it to remember why I married Grant in the first place...he is still the best man I have ever known.