A couple of days ago we officially said goodbye to the winter and greeted spring. I say officially because with the weird climate changes we’ve had lately, the season has no indication to the weather. In other words, I’m not gonna pack my winter sweaters yet. Anyways, I just wanted to do a little recap of the past 3 months. On days I feel down, I like to go through my Instagram photos and then it hits me « as imperfect as my life is, it’s still a pretty good one ». I thought I would do something like that here.
I’m going to let you in a little secret about me. The Husband is too much of a gentleman to say it, so I will. I’m a pest. I’m a pain in the ass. I am the girl you hate to love (and maybe love to hate?). I tell my husband that I don’t like flowers and that I don’t want to receive a bouquet for Valentine’s. But you know what? The Husband learned the hard way that no bouquet meant having a wife in a bad mood the whole day. LOL.
As you know from my previous posts, I haven’t been feeling well. I thought I was getting better since yesterday, but as soon as I was done making dinner today I started feeling bad again. Greeeaaattt!!! 🙄🙄 Anyways, this post today isn’t about me, but the Husband.
This year’s anniversary didn’t exactly go as expected. We really wanted to eat at this Senegalese restaurant in Metz, but somehow those plans didn’t pan out. Instead, we ended up having Indian food delivery at home with good friends. Don’t ask me why. When the Husband and I were in bed later that night, too tired to do anything but sleep (😴 😴 ), we couldn’t help but laugh about how our night turned out. We had a really fun night and the way the Husband sees it is that this year’s anniversary theme was sharing our love to others.
Baby Girl’s communion was probably one of the best and proudest moment I’ve experienced this year. Contrary to her baptism, where we held her in our arms as she was bathed with Holy Water, this time Baby Girl accepted the Holy Sacrament of God all on her own. And she shined!