Sunday was the first anniversary of the best decision I’ve ever made (I know, right? time, it flies, etc…) and I’m posting quickly in between celebrations (Avenue Q + dinner + hotel in Manhattan on Sunday; tiny mountain cabin in the Santa Cruz mountains starting tomorrow)(Squee!).

I keeping sitting down to write a post on what being married feels like a year later, on how everything has changed and nothing has changed all at once, on how it feels like flying with my feet planted firmly on the ground, like bursting through the door of a home I never knew I always wanted, but I just can’t seem to pin it down – it’s always rolling right through my fingers.

So instead, here’s a toast of sorts:

Here’s to a year of the deliciously imperfect: leaving unmade beds and unswept floors behind to drive somewhere with the windows down and the music up, your hand on my thigh and mine on the back of your neck; to snorting with laughter and dancing to records in the living room and that look you give me when you’ve finally had enough of my shenanigans; to having no paper towels for a month because we keep spending our weekends consuming the beach and wine country and burritos; to traveling even though it’s never in our budget; to one million eye rolls over one million forgotten tasks; to Sunday mornings spent with pancakes and coffee on the patio; to the taste of your salty-post-surfing skin; to trying to out-stubborn each other in every fight; to cramped dinner parties and new friends; to the smile that explodes on your face when you look up from your guitar and see me walking through the gate; but mostly to feeling young and free, but never rootless.

Steve, you are my best thing. I’d say I couldn’t love you more, but then every sunrise would make a liar of me. I know our marriage probably won’t always look like this, but hot damn, what a way to kick it off. Cheers, darling!

• August 4th, 2010
• hey! its a wedding, love, steve
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