A lot has happened. I don’t have much to say about our wedding day, only that the entire weekend was better than anything I could have imagined or planned for it to be. All I really want to say is that I am filled with so much gratitude and love for our family and friends. It really was one of the happiest days of my life, and I’m so glad we got to share it with so many wonderful people. And I’m so excited to live out the rest of my days with the man I love.
Right after the wedding day and night (*wiggling eyebrows*), we left for Aruba. Talk about paradise. Water so crystal clear you could see your toes wiggling in the sand and the occasional fish that would swim up to you. I squealed in terror at the first sight of a friendly fish swimming circles near us. I have a phobia of underwater creatures even though I love the ocean. I squealed and jumped into Stan’s arms so he could carry me to shore. Stan thought I squealed because I saw a shark or something, and he pushed me in his frantic effort to get us to safety. I thought he pushed me so he could get towards shore faster. He said he pushed me so I could get in front of him and out of harms way. We’re still investigating the situation.
Palm trees, cactuses, white sand, lizards and iguanas, great service and friendly people, romantic sunset dinners, sailboats, steel drums, warm breezes, beautiful hotel and ocean view, sipping on frutiy cocktails in a tire tube on the calm waters. It was all so fantastic. Stan even took me on a Jeep Wrangler island tour! He rented a jeep for the entire week, and we took it out one day to go on a private excursion. He loves looking at maps and finding his own way. I assume he was a cartographer in a past life. We came across uncharted coves, old ruins (where a movie was being filmed, so I think I’m famous in Aruba), a beautiful church on a cliff above water, shaved ice trucks with friendly old people, prayer rocks far beyond what our eyes could see, and a natural bridge where we had our PB&J lunch. Oh, and we also saw a huge dead eel with maggots coming out of its mouth. Our time there was well spent — so well spent that it seemed like a dream. Coming home was surreal because it felt like time was suspended when we left for the island, but it really wasn’t. We came back and packed up the last bits of our belongings for our big move to Chicago.
And here we are! We spent last week unpacking and settling in. We took a break from this only to attend a friend’s beautiful wedding in New Jersey (congrats Ben and Jessica!!). I thought that was a legitimate excuse to not do anything, but now that we’re into our second week here — reality is starting to hit. I’m really glad Stan and I have these next two weeks or so to enjoy our new surroundings. All of these changes are finally catching up to me. I don’t know what state I’d be in if the man had to go straight to work after our honeymoon. I have to admit that being a wife is fun right now. I’ve only had one mini-freak-out since we’ve been here. That involved crying over spilled oil, making a salty kimchi jjigae with unfermented kimchi, and admitting to Stan my fears of being a bad wife. The mini-freak-out ended with a glass of Moscato, a Klondike bar, and kisses. It was a good vent/talk. Maybe I’ll write more about that later.
I know it won’t always be like this. I know it as much as I can know it without ever having experienced it. The good may be better, the worst may be worse. Or the good may be worse and the worst better. And I don’t think my fears can end with one glass of wine, ice cream, and cuddling with my hubband. So for now, I just want to remember Galatians 5:2 —
Look: I, Paul, say to you that if you accept circumcision, Christ will be of no advantage to you.
I think no matter what routine we get into, or system we try to follow, no matter what idea of life we have or how we wish to be, no matter what plans we dream of — they will never do without Christ. Not just thoughts of Christ, but life in him and faith in him. I’m going through a lot of motions right now because I don’t seem to know what I’m doing in all these new situations and surroundings, but I do feel comforted and hopeful knowing that this is where God wants us and that he is leading us. I’m glad Stan reminds me of this. He’s a good husband and great navigator. Above all, I feel an unmistakable sense of hope and joy in all of this newness and being with the mister. Something I don’t know how to explain, but I’m pretty sure it’s like ending a night with a glass of Moscato, a Klondike bar, and kisses. Times infinity.
Will update more later. Just wanted to let you all know we’re alive. Haha.