He's mapped out where all my siblings and I are and used our nicknames that I thought were a secret to only us kids. He even knows that we call him "Ahpps". Oh, the things your parents know... :)
A friend's recent entry sparked an old memory to surface and the significance of this memory is just so comical I couldn't believe I had filed it away. In junior high, we moved in with my grandmother as our new house was being built. We took few of our belongings with us as we wouldn't have been able to bring a family of seven's objects to my GaGa's immaculate house. We lived like that for nearly 6 months, I took the bus to school with the kids int he neighborhood that I did not know. I remember trying to act cool. One day, after school GaGa tells me to get in the car because we're going to run errands. I always liked going place with GaGa, she'd tell me stories about places we'd pass and she's always hum under her breathe at the stop lights. That day she took me to a sort of department store, a sort of Target back in the day. We shopped around and I followed looking at all the things not wondering once what we were doing. It was like that with her, just go with the flow no questions asked. We stopped in the shoe section right in front of a Keds display and she said to go choose what I liked. My eyes grew large. I still remember that feeling. After looking around for a while, I finally resolved myself to a pair of plain whites Keds. Remember, I wanted to be cool and to be cool when I was in junior high was to wear the plain white Keds. Somehow my grandmother had picked up on this. She always knew these kinds of things. We paid and went straight home. No other errands to run but to get my shoes. Looking back, I see how GaGa really helped my self esteem. She was amazing like that. That evening, I modeled my shoes for my sisters who were jealous but knew with GaGa their turn would come. She was always fair when it came to us five kids. That night, in my pajamas and my Keds, I prepared for bed. Brushed my teeth. Washed my face. And with my Keds on, I crawled into bed and admired them by the moonlight shining through the window. I fell asleep with the new Keds on my feet and awoke to my mother looking down at me with a puzzled look on her face. I'm not sure if my mom knew but I knew she would come in and watch us sleep and I'd lay there feeling safe that she was there. At the sight of seeing the Keds on my feet, she laughed to herself and unlaced them and let them fall to the floor. She pulled the blankets over my exposed feet and went to bed. When I saw the light go off in my parent's room, I sat up, put on my new Keds and re-laced them again. Took a moment to admire them and went right to sleep. The next morning when I awoke they were again unlaced and on the floor. Clearly, this was the moment my shoe obsession began. I think my mom knew something of it. She never said anything but whenever I wore my Keds, she would always look down at my feet and smile.
I'm planning on doing some knitting in public this weekend. Saturday is the second anniversary of The World Wide Knitting in Public Day. Will be meeting up with the girls and slathering on the sunblock to enjoy a leisurely afternoon in the park. Where will you be knitting this weekend?
If you're in Paris and would like to join us, drop me an email and I'll let you know the details.
When he says nothing when you snore like a lawn mower because you've got a sinus infection.
When he comes to bed early because his wife wants to "talk".
When he comes home from work with macarons and nose spray to make it all better.
I love my husband.
This past weekend was a very eventful weekend for J and I. We celebrated our 4 year wedding anniversary and J turned 30. We giggled all weekend, reminiscing about the first time we met. What we were wearing. What we were thinking. Talking about it with him made it feel like it just happened yesterday. It's amazing how certain memories remain so clear in your mind. 4 years of marriage. It's been a fruitful 4 years for J and I. We're really learned a lot about ourselves and each other. I feel like we're officially over that hump of being newlyweds and all the stress that comes along with that. We really have learned to enjoy each other company to the fullest. And the passion is still there, if not stronger than it ever was. J and I have realized what it takes to make a marriage work and we're really blown away at how amazing our vie commune really is. We're designing our future life projects together, talking about forming a family, we're communicating our emotions more openly and really understanding one another. I didn't know marriage could be so fulfilling.
It's amazing the transformation I've seen in my husband over the last couple weeks. As he approached his 30th year, I could see pangs of anxiety hit him, he'd mostly laugh them off but I knew he was really thinking about it and what it meant to be turning 30. He's told me that it's like a new chapter in his life is opening and I don't want to say that he's scared of what's to come but I can see that he's really anxious to know what his 30's will be like. I must admit that I'm curious too...
Every week the hubby and I go on date night. One of our favorite places to dine, Pho 14, is less than 5 minutes away from our apartment in the 13th arrondissement and probably the one restaurant we go to the most for date night. The staff know us and when they see us come in they seat us at our favorite table (if available) and serve us up with our regular jus de coco and Pho Tai Chin.
Pho Tai Chin is a Vietnamese soup chock full of rice noodles and cooked beef brisket marinated in a rich beef broth, seasoned with soja and chinese basil. One of many delights you'll find on the Avenue de Choisy that runs south of the Place d'Italie and into the heart of Paris' China town.
This is the first restaurant we ate at together after we moved to the 13th and one that we'll keep coming to for years to come. How did we know that it was so good? When you walk by you can't help smell the Pho Chin and if that doesn't get your attention the large crowd of people waiting to be seated surely will. Morning, noon and night there is a line to be seated at Pho 14. Trust me, it's well worth the wait.
Yesterday, I fell in love with this place all over again. Honestly, I rarely, really shop here, I come here to get ideas on what I'm looking for and to admire designers I love.
Last week, I discovered that Le Bon Marché sells yarn. Yes, yarn! I have recently taken up the art of knitting thanks to this knitty lass. My mother knits, my friends knit, Julia Roberts knits, you probably knit and now so do I! I don't understand why I didn't start this earlier. All the cool things I will make. :)
I'm currently working on the scarf that seems to never end...
Love is when your husband comes to bed early because you want him to.
Love is when you're friend takes the day off to play with you on your birthday.
Love is when you cat gives you kitty kisses when you are sad.
Love is when your husband agrees to re-arrange the kitchen at 10pm and you change your mind a hour later and he doesn't get mad.
Love is when he tells you that you're beautiful first thing in the morning.
Love is the laughter amongst good girlfriends.