As a new wife, there’s not much I love more right now than spending quiet time at home with my *husband*. I luhh-ve to call him that – husband. Huzby. Anyway, upon arriving back home from our two week wedding & honeymoon vacation (extravaganza of awesome!!) reality hit me like a two ton truck when I went back to work Monday morning. By 11:00am I was crying at my desk. Needless to say, I am living for the weekends.
So this week when we got a mini-weekend in the middle of the week due to the July 4th holiday, I was beyond thrilled. It was just what I needed to break up a bad work week. We slept in late, Parker made bacon while I made eggs (and very strong coffee), we lazed around and generally enjoyed each other’s company in a quiet, air conditioned house. I had surprised him the night before with an apple pie – and what’s more American than apple pie?! – that I whipped up after realizing I had one frozen pie crust in the freezer and a bag of apples that were going to spoil if I didn’t do something quick. Great choice if I do say so myself. We snacked on fresh baked pie and I relished not getting out of my pajamas all day. Maybe not the effortlessly “fresh as a daisy” look I thought I might always try to project as a new wife, but how I needed the simplicity of it all.
We rounded off the lazy day with left over sparklers from our wedding that our family and friends saluted us with as we made our exit from the best day of our lives. It was magical. Last night was decidedly less magical, but standing barefoot in the backyard lighting sparklers with my husband was just about as close to a perfect 4th of July as I could think of at the moment. Our first as a married couple :)