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No Upgrade Needed

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“Wow. Your 16th Anniversary is coming up, and you’ve been together almost 20 years?! It’s time for an upgrade!”

“No, thanks. I love him just the way he is.”

The clerk who helped me with my cleaning & inspection was talking about my wedding ring, but I couldn’t help but tease her. …and I was almost offended. I wouldn’t change this ring for anything. Past-Present-Future. Aquas stand for faithfulness, and they ward off poison. I don’t need a bigger diamond. I’ve got everything I need and then some.

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14 Years!

Today is our 14th Wedding Anniversary! We’ve been together for almost 18 years, and I wouldn’t change a thing. No, really.

They say marriage is 50/50, each partner pulling on a rope. Sometimes one partner can pull harder than the other, taking up the slack. Sometimes things shift, and the other person finds the strength needed to pull harder when needed. I’ve always loved this analogy, but with a twist: I think it’s important to realize that both are pulling from the same side.

You’re both pulling from the same side, and that makes all the difference.

Separate Sinks in the Bathroom

Dear Mr. Rasmussen,

Here’s to Eleven in 11 of 11! Happy Anniversary, Babe!

Love,

Mrs. Rasmussen

Editor’s Note: Experts tell us that the keys to a successful, happy marriage are communication & compromise, but we know the truth…and, it’s the title of this post. 😉

Here’s to many years of magic and moonlight.

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This is one of my favorite photos from Hawaii. Yes, I say that with almost every photo. I can’t help it!

Why does this one look weird? Well, when we were in Kauai, we were fortunate to have a blazingly bright full moon. We decided to play around with our new camera on the beach, and we set the exposure really long and used the moonlight to take our photo.

I haven’t edited this photo at all. This is the power of a fancy camera, creativity, and moonlight.

I love how the waves appear to wash right through us, softened and morphed together as time goes on. Little movements we made while standing still for so long appear blurry and soft.

When I saw this photo, it reminded me of our relationship. For almost 14 years, we’ve stood by each other as waves have crashed around us, sometimes soothing, sometimes exhilarating, sometimes frightening, always exciting. Time has softened it all. Little movements we’ve made together or separate appear blurry now, but when held long enough, our image is strong.

Today, 10 years ago, we made this bond public and official.

Here’s to many more years of magic and moonlight, softness and strength, love and excitement.

Happy Anniversary!
I love you, babe.

Confessions of a Casual Perfectionist: Day 15

nablo1109.120x90It’s NaBloPoMo Day 15!

Today’s confession: Nine years ago today we eloped. Kinda.

Today is our 9th Wedding Anniversary. We’ve lived together almost 13 years! It’s amazing how quickly the time flies by when you’re having fun. I’m so thankful to look back over the last decade-plus and see such happy times. There have been some struggles here or there, but at the end of the day, every day for almost 13 years, we’ve ended the day on the same side.

We were just as committed to each other the day we moved in together as the day we got married, so that’s why I always honor the total time together.

In the state of Colorado, you are allowed to officiate the ceremony yourself, and that’s just what we did. By the time my husband officially proposed, we’d lived together almost 4 years.

Why wait so long? Why not?

We weren’t in any hurry.

I’m a perfectionist, but I’m not a traditionalist. Neither is my husband, so we make the perfect pair! By the time we decided to tie the knot, we’d been in 10 weddings. We were all traditional-wedding’d out!  We are firm believers in doing what is best for you.  All those weddings were awesome for the people who wanted that.  We didn’t.  It isn’t who we are.

Our new lives and home were in Colorado, and the thought of going back to the Midwest for a traditional wedding ceremony just wasn’t who we were.

We didn’t want to waste money on a big to-do, knowing that it wasn’t what we wanted.

He proposed at the end of September, and we set a date in Mid-November to make things official. I’ve always had an affinity for 11:11, so we wanted to get married that day. Unfortunately, the 11th is Veteran’s Day, so the courthouse wouldn’t be open. The next logical day was the 15th, so we took it. Plus, getting married in 2000 had its advantages. The last two digits of the year are how many years we’ve been married. Simple!

Why so quickly? Why not?

We put the plans into motion. We ordered announcements with a gorgeous mountain cut-out scene on them. We were going to be married at the foot of the rockies in a local courthouse. We loved the view from there.

Not everyone would be able to make it out here, so rather than hurt some feelings, we risked hurting everyone’s feelings equally. No one was invited. That way, everyone was equally perturbed.

Many of our out-of-state friends would be traveling back to the Midwest to visit relatives (just like we did year after year) over the Christmas Holiday, so we planned a Reception back there for friends and relatives.

So, on Wednesday, November 15, 2000 at around 10am, we exchanged our own vows in our apartment. We exchanged rings that symbolized what we already knew and had already been living. We drove to the courthouse and signed a paper. It was an elopement without all the secrecy.  The ladies behind the desk cheered and then got teary.  We did the same.

We hopped a plane and flew to Vegas to party for a week. A month later, during our Holiday Visit back to the Midwest, we celebrated with friends and relatives.

It was simple. It was practical. It worked out perfectly. It was exactly how we wanted it. I wouldn’t change it for anything.

A Cheezy Valentine, Indeed!

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Here is the Valentine I made for my hubby this year.

The front is in binary.

The front is in binary.

And, here is what it all means:

The back has the translation.

The back has the translation.

From all of us here at
The Casual Perfectionist

Happy!

Happy Valentine's Day!

Happy Anniversary!

Well, well, well…what have we here? Another year has slipped by in the blink of an eye. It seems like I was writing an Anniversary Post just a few months ago, but it’s really been a whole year! (I checked.)

Today marks our 8-year Wedding Anniversary! We’ve scheduled a sitter, and we’re going out for sushi. Nothing says “I love you” like a sitter and sushi.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Yeah!
I can’t wait!

What follows may or may not be my side of a conversation I’ve had with my hubby regarding this day.  More than once.  He always remembers our anniversary, but it’s the years that throw him off. Either that, or he just likes to mess with me.

Anyway…we’ve been married for eight years!

For real. No, really…do the math.  Plus, it’s easy!  Remember, we got married in 2000, so the last two digits of the current year are how many years we’ve been married?

See? Eight.

Yes…this is 2008. It’s not 2009 yet. 2007 was last year.

Yes, we’ve lived together for almost 12 years…we lived together for almost 4-years before we got married.  Almost four plus eight is twelve.

Yes, twelve!

Yes! I know. I think it’s wild too. No, I didn’t think we were too young when we got married…yes, that’s a long time. No, I don’t think we’re old. Well, I don’t think I’m old.

Just kidding!

Old man.

HA!

Just kidding.

Maybe. 😉

As they say, it’s not the years, it’s the mileage. 😉

So, here’s to eight…or almost twelve…wonderful years, Babe!

…and many more!

Yes…it really has been eight years… 😉

Today is Day 15 of 30 in the NaBloPoMo Challenge! Check it out and/or join in the fun! We’re half-way done!

More precious than jewels

Yesterday, Claire had her Young Preschoolers Class, and just like all the other times, I barely got a “Bye, Momma!” out of her when I dropped her off and signed her in. I decided to take all of this as a good sign that she’s adjusting well to the independent life I want her to lead. This is, after all, the reason we put her in these classes.  The classes meet on Mondays for just an hour-and-a-half, but they are a great way to start nurturing her independent spirit.

Still, I won’t lie; it stung a little.

No kiss.
No hug.
Barely a wave.

I tried to not let it bother me, and I left quickly…partially for her benefit and partially for mine.

I went to an appointment and ran some errands before making it back to the parking lot a few minutes early.

When it was time to pick her up, she was thrilled to see me. My heart swelled with joy, and I realized that she still loves me. She still needs me.  Of course, I already knew this.  Duh.  Right?

Anyway…imagine my surprise when she showed me a gift she’d made for me in class. Something just for me!

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A new bracelet for Momma

A new bracelet for Momma

The teacher had the kids make bracelets with beads and pipe cleaners. What a great idea!  They could make one for whomever they chose: someone else or themselves.  She chose to make one for me!  And she put the beads on all by herself!  My new piece of jewelry is gorgeous, and I love it. (And, Claire took this picture of me and my new bracelet when we got home!   She did a great job!!)

She babbled all the way home about her adventures in the class and how she’d picked all of the colors “especially for YOU, Momma.” My heart melted and ran all over the front seat of my car when she said that. Why had I even let those other thoughts creep into my mind?

So, I may not get a kiss or a hug every time I leave her for the class, but I get the peace of mind knowing that she’s growing up into a well-rounded, socially-strong individual, who still loves her Momma.

And, sometimes, I get really cool jewelry out of the deal, too.

😉

Today is Day 4 of 30 in the NaBloPoMo Challenge! Check it out and/or join in the fun! And, with that…my outfit AND the post for Day 4 is complete!

Good answer

My hubby and I are bantering over the kind of music he wants to play during dinner. (Speaking of which, he showed me a really cool music site! It’s called slacker[.]com, and it’s really cool!!) He is making fun of my choice of music and I his. (We really do like the same type of music, for the most part…it’s when we both get in a mood that makes it interesting.)

We’re at the end of the meal, and I’m getting everyone some ice cream. All of a sudden, I realize that he’s tried to switch the station again. I make some snarky remark or obnoxious noise. Or both. 😉

He says, “Claire, your momma is…”

“Be careful!” I interrupt with a warning in my voice. “She’ll remember and repeat every word you say…”

“…funny,” he says. Good save, Mister. But, I’m not through with you yet. 😉

“Do you want your ice cream…” I say with an accusatory tone.

“Yes!” he says, laughing.

“…in a bowl or on your head?”

“In a bowl!” Claire shouts. “In a bowl!”

“Good answer, Claire. Good answer.”

🙂

You take the good. You take the bad.

You take them both, and there ya have…
a Saturday that is off to a pretty good start. 😉

Here is a back-and-forth listing of our day so far. I love focusing on the positive, so I’ve started each pair out with the challenging side of things first, so that we can end on a good note.

The Bad:
We took Daddy to the airport early this morning.
The Good:
We made it there on time.

The Bad:
Most of the roads to and from the airport were super-slick.
The Good:
We made it home and up our ice-covered hill without running into anyone.

The Bad:
It is bitter cold.
The Good:
The sun is shining.

The Bad:
His gate has already changed, and his flight is slightly delayed.
The Good:
He made it through security without incident, and he has all day to get to his destination.

The Bad:
Claire was quite distressed when we left Daddy at the airport.
The Good:
Daddy has already called to talk to her, and she talked his ear off.

The Bad:
This coming week will be challenging, and we’ll miss Daddy.
The Good:
Next Friday will seem like the best day ever.

And, speaking of things that are so bad and so good, here is a funny quote from later this morning.

Momma to Claire:
“Stop cleaning the table with your washcloth, and finish your donut!”

P.S. The theme song from The Facts of Life is still in your head, isn’t it? 😉