sort of snaptember 22
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It was perfect.
(His face in that middle picture. I can't. I cry every time.)
It was perfect.
(His face in that middle picture. I can't. I cry every time.)
So I am just no good at Snaptember, friends. Between wedding prep (only 8 days away, HOLY SHIT) and Vegan MoFo, I keep forgetting for days at a time. Maybe this year was not the year to try it.
Still, here are some photos. I'm surprised and pleased that they're not all of food.
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While I was working on that, our friend who is officiating our wedding came over, and we all talked about the structure of the ceremony and worked out a fair bit of the wording. Progress feels good, especially since it's only 13 (!!!) days away.
I'm still trying to get back to my regular level of activity after surgery. I get tired easily, It's a bummer.
I started PTSD treatment a few months ago. It's necessary and hard and sucky and awful and for the best. I often hate it, but I still go every week, because I need to. I don't want to spend the rest of my life debilitated by trauma. Now that I'm safe, and supported, and tremendously loved, I can do the work I need to do to get better. Falling in love with Mike and building this incredible relationship means I'm always looking towards the future.
No matter how hard it is, though, I always get to enter and leave through a magnificent garden, with roses, grapes, dahlias, lavender, tomatoes, strawberries, kale, and more. And that always makes everything feel a bit better.
It's not midnight here, so I'm not late!
Our last rose of the year.
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