One Month & A Picnic to Celebrate
One month since I've become a Mrs. and life is sweet, good, and everything is so unpredictable, in the best of ways. There is this strange notion, days seem to last forever, but weeks speed by, and I can't seem to get time to slow down, things just keep seeding up. Our mornings are spent snuggling, kneeling in prayer, meditating, afternoons vary, but mostly the exchanges of "I love you" and "I can't wait to see you". Our evenings though, they are quickly becoming a favorite, as the house fills with classical music, while Brian studies psychology and I study humanities. But it's not always so glamorous, but the beautiful parts are there, and we love every day together. Today was no exception as we celebrated our first month of marriage, blissful, and yet life keeps you guessing. Well, because of the holiday, and myself getting sick right before the weekend had even had a chance to start, going grocery shopping was the last thing on my to do list, it actually didn't even make the list so to speak. Of course being newly weds means trying to spend as little as possible, putting money away for things like grad school, plane tickets back east, and our future someday settled in home that we'll raise all our rambunctious children in...well you get the idea. Eating out at restaurants isn't really a possibility either here, between trying to live frugality, eat healthy, among other things which I will be sure to get into at a later point.
For our wedding, we asked for no physical gifts, first of all because our focus wanted to be on the day itself, the promises we were making between God and each other, and we knew having the people we loved the most there with us would be a gift in itself. Secondly, we made the choice to move across the country, and we only could take the bare minimum with us. We were enamored with how many loved ones sacrificed to not only be at our wedding, but people who gave up their time, talents and helped make the day so special. On top of that, so many people reached out to us financially, to help us with our new chapter together. All of these things were such gifts that it seems nearly impossible that we will never be express our thanks to fullness.
But by some small act of kindness this dinner took place, the day before we made our big move, a dear friend of ours stopped by with this beautiful picnic basket, filled with meaningful treasures, something Brian and I will hold close to our hearts for years, and years. A bottle of Apple sparkling cider, stemware, delicious chocolates, a cheeseboard, the love poems of Elizabeth and Robert Browning, (note: the introduction was enough to bring tears to my eyes), tablecloth, and matching napkins. Brian and I had been saving and saving this for something special, since it was after our picnic in Letchworth that he got down on one knee and asked me to be his wife. We knew we use it for this, and it was one of the best evenings we've shared together in our new home.
Our dinner was simple, but still elegant. Brian had bought me a honeycrisp apple, he told me it was because he was trying to give me a piece of New York, and secondly because he knows how much I love them. Also, he happened to buy the most plump looking sweet potatoes, truly food isn't just the way to a mans heart, but to a woman's as well. We tend to only eat meat very sparingly, and I knew we had chicken breast, so tonight would be a treat. Plus the picnic, and that delicious apple sparking cider, it just calls for summer to continue on, and Saint George is so willing to keep giving us that heat. It was a last minute decision, the whole meal was, really. Just had to keep my fingers crossed that it would all taste cohesive in the end. The result was a barbecue chicken, using some lingering red onion that was begging to be used. Sided with sweet potato fries, and since we both love lots of diverse flavor, they had to have some spunk, which was a challenge, looking at what little seasons I have to work with, but they turned out beautifully, and I think this has become one of my favorites. I am no means, a food blogger, but I do love a great meal, and I think that it deserves to be documented.
The recipe for the joy that I feel in my life has truly come from the companionship with my husband, I know I'll never be able to do it justice with words here of how I feel for him, and the unity of marriage, how it's changed my life in the most beautiful way. There is rhythm to it all, to the flavors, to the seasons changing, to marriage, and mostly, to this new era of our lives together. We're settling into our new place, though my heart has been settled for quite some time. Though I can't share the exact feelings I feel, I can share the recipe that tied our evening together, and that's the real gift and magic of food