Happy Birthday, Trevor!

We celebrated his 32nd year in style. We made a dump run, priced flowers for the wedding, ate bagel sandwiches, visited a friend in the hospital who just had a baby, and then went home where Trevor worked in the yard and I slept on the couch. Yes, it was indeed a perfect day. The best part was meeting up with our favorite friends Tony, Melanie, Aidan and Nadia, along with Trevor's parents and my mom for an awesome dinner at a new restaurant where we all ate way too much. This is, in my opinion, how all birthdays should be celebrated. I love this man, and am so thankful he is in my life and that we get to celebrate all of our birthdays for the rest of our lives by going to the dump, working in the yard, sleeping on the couch, and eating way too much. Life doesn't get much better than that.

We have grass!!!

I never thought I would be this excited about growing grass. And for those of you who have naughty, dirty minds, I am talking about the legal stuff here, so let's not even go there. This, my friends, is our grass:

Isn't it cute? Isn't it fuzzy? Don't you just want to hug it and kiss it? I do. It has taken an entire year for this fuzz. It's sort of like giving birth to a child, except the gestational period last 12 freakin' months! Perhaps I am being a little dramatic. I suppose if I was going to be really accurate, the gestational period has been about 3 weeks when we finally had our dirt hydro-seeded, but getting to this point literally started a year ago when Trevor and his brother Gavin ripped out the crabgrass with some fancy, schmancy machine. Don't ask me why we waited so long to actually lay the seed - maybe we're subconsciously afraid of commitment. The point is, we have fuzz! And I love fuzz! I want to hug it and kiss it, yes I do! 

Ode to Dianna

I have been accused of being "mushy" by my darling sister-in-law. She's right there, the blonde one stuffing her face while my brother looks at me as if taking a picture is the MOST ridiculous act on the planet. Aren't they endearing? Well, Dianna, this one's for you! Let me remind you that "mushy" runs in the family. Have you met your husband, the mushy-mushiest person on the whole planet? Well, let me introduce you to him. His name is David, and he remembers the EXACT moment he saw you for the first time. He also told me once that every time he kisses you, it is like the first time. Nope, I'm not joking. He said it. And, I'm pretty sure he calls you "baby" and "lover," and stares longingly into your green eyes ALL THE TIME. My point is, it's not my fault I'm mushy. It's genetic. Some people like to call it being Cuban, but we know how you Americans are. :) So, yes, I'm mushy and David's mushy, and my mom is mushy...I'm not so sure my sister's mushy, but that's besides the point. I am sooooooo mushy I have no problem saying this - you are truly the BEST sister-in-law in the whole world and in marrying you, my brother truly gave me one of the greatest gifts I have ever been given...YOU!!! How's that for mushy? :)

Our Beginning

So, this is us. That's Trevor, and the other one is, of course, me. And as we count down the days to our official start (70 days to be exact), I thought perhaps the best wedding gift we could give ourselves is a journal of sorts, and here we are. This is our story...

Our story began almost 15 months ago, and like most good romances, is full of cliches. Yes, we are THAT couple who met on Match. com and we are THAT couple who knew pretty much immediately that this was it. Okay, okay ... maybe I knew a little bit sooner than he did, or maybe I was just willing to say it a little bit sooner than he was, but the point is, here we are.  

The beginning of our relationship was quite a whirlwind, full of road trips, family, friends, and some really good food. Good food just happens to be one of the perks of dating a man who loves to cook, and there are nooooooooooo complaints here.

Seven months into the relationship, while hanging out on the couch one evening, Trevor casually says, "So, what do you think about getting married next summer?" I reply, "I think that would be good." I know. Very romantic. So, we took the diamond my grandfather gave my grandmother back in Cuba, which was given to me by my mother, and made it into a ring. Then we set a date, made whole bunches of plans, sent out whole bunches of invitations, and are patiently awaiting the arrival of June 21.

Most importantly, though, we continue to fall in love everyday, and as he lays here on the couch next to me, snoring through his nose, I have never been more sure of anything in my life. Yep, this is it. This is what "they" have been talking about all this time, and I can't wait to see what the future brings, or perhaps more accurately, what we choose to bring to the future. 

I love this man, and this man loves me. I think we're off to a good start.