January 6, 2009
This Crazy Thing Called Love (Emphasis on the Crazy)
Some of you have written to ask how I’m liking being married. Oops! I have been very neglectful in posting about our cozy little lives lately. So I thought I’d give you just a tiny peek into our incredible joy.
(I just reread that sentence and found it a little nauseating. Did you? I’m so sorry if you did. We can get back to talking about The Bachelor, and Jesus junk, and other stuff soon.)
The Kind of Conversations We Have:
May: I thought of another baby name I think you’ll hate.
The Mr: Could it be worse than the one you liked last week?
M: Way worse. I love it.
Mr: You never even get the genders right.
M: HOLLIS! Don’t you just love that?
Mr: For a girl? That’s a girl’s name. I knew a girl named Hollis.
M: NO! It’s a boy’s name! I promise this time. It’s great, right? You don’t hate it?
Mr: I like it for a girl.
M: I’ll bet you one million dollars it’s a boy’s name. ONE MILLION DOLLARS!
(brief Googling interlude)
Mr: Fine, I owe you a million dollars.
M: And what about Baby Hollis?
Mr: It kind of reminds me of Run DMC’s “Christmas in Hollis”…so I’ll take it under consideration.
M: (quietly celebrates)
The Kind of Fights We Have:
M: You haven’t talked to me all day!
Mr: We talked! I talked to you…about lunch. Remember?
M: Oh, but that doesn’t really count. We should talk more! I really miss you!
Mr: But I’m sitting right here! I’ve been sitting here all day. How could you miss me?
(brief contemplating interlude)
M: On our honeymoon, we spent all day together and we never worked and we talked all the time! I think I have honeymoon lag. I miss talking all day long.
Mr: Hmm…okay, we can talk. What do you want to talk about?
M: I don’t know.
The Little Things That Make Me Happy:
When it rains, he leaves an umbrella out for me and doesn’t mention it. Doesn’t that make it better? It’s just there waiting for me. It goes undiscussed. I love it.
He pretends to not watch Jon & Kate Plus 8, but I catch him laughing sometimes–especially when Aaden does something funny.
I have (mostly) picked up the basic rules of basketball. It only took me five years! Basketball is his second favorite thing in the world. The first is venison jerky. (Did you think I was going to say me?)
There are loads more of things I could say, but this post is already giving me a toothache, so I guess that’s why I haven’t been posting about being married too much. We are the stuff of Hallmark cards at the moment, cheesy, cringe-inducing, and crazy happy.
–May
PS I am a GENIUS at thinking of unusual baby names. Do not even doubt it!
PPS No, we’re not pregnant or even trying for a baby. I just like thinking of baby names.













Happy, happy birthday, Anne. In keeping with tradition, I have posted a picture of us where you look AWESOME and I look like dirt. Why, it’s the best present I could give you. You know what my face looks like here? You know those two masks that people use to represent theater? My face looks like the frowning one. Oy. You look like a model.




But we all loved him anyways, especially the baby of the family, who is still learning to share and would wail inconsolably when the kitty decided to sit on someone else’s lap. All in all, he was the best present of Christmas. Here’s hoping you had a bright and merry holidays, filled with joyous sights, like a kitten attacking a plant, and happy sounds, like purring.













