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Mushy Feely

Sometimes I see a Pin on Pinterest or something on Facebook that makes me think about my wedding. It’s insane that I’m married. It’s such a HUGE decision, choosing who to spend the rest of your life with in Holy Matrimony. I’m super lucky to have found the guy that I did.

The thing that gets me is that I’m old enough to make those kind of decisions. It’s one of those things that you think about for years and can’t believe when it’s actually happened. Sometimes I look at Nick and think “I’m married to this guy! Holy cow!” I made that immense decision. We did all the planning, had the big day, and survived it.

I think I’m just taken aback often at the fact that one of the biggest decisions in my life, and best events, has already happened. I would love to live it again. To get to be a bride, with the lovely dress, the wedding hair, the flowers, all of it. It’s like one of those things that you are looking forward to so much that it is painful. When it is happening, it is exciting, amazing, but going by too quickly. Then, it is over and you are relived, but sad to see it go. Happily you have the memories and mementos, but I would do it all over again.

In a heart beat.

Well maybe not all the crazy planning, but the day, yes. And of course the honeymoon.

Life has been a most excellent adventure since then, as we venture forth, Nick and I against the world.

I think my next big wedding related goal is to go to a Vegas Wedding/Renewal of the Vows. And if by some miracle I get to dress up as Princess Leia or something, that would be amazing. BUT if I got to officiate in any way, like as Elvis, I think my life would be complete. And I would cry from the shear joy at such an amazing event.

Hint Hint, please someone do a Vegas Wedding and invite me.

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More Random Thoughts … and Trains

Apparently I’ve started taking way less photos, therefore there have been less posts with imagery and more using my ramblings. Or maybe my photos are not very good and mostly about the same subjects as before (like my cat and chickens).

Anyways, I have discovered a new comforting thing in my life since we moved to the new house. The sound of trains. The only time a train isn’t comforting is when it is blocking you on your way to work, or anywhere you are trying to get to. But the sound of a distant train has become calming to me.

Growing up, my family had a ping pong table. I’m not sure why, or how we got it, because I don’t remember ever playing on it. I do, however, remember turning it into a train set. Every year, before Christmas, we would set up the train set in front of the Christmas tree. To call it a train set might be an understatement. It was built out of the top of a ping pong table and was thick and heavy. Maybe it wasn’t a ping pong table, that might just be how I am remembering it. Whatever it was, it was huge, and bulky, and hurt when someone clumsy like me would run into it. But I loved it.

We started with just an awesome train that you could control using a light switch that was attached to the board. It was the kind of light switch that you turned clockwise to turn on, and counterclockwise to turn off. In our case, if you turned it right, the train would move forward. Turning it all the way to the left, the train would go in reverse. The middle setting would make the train stop.

We added new parts and details to the set every year, eventually creating a town. A barn was put in, a shopping strip, the barn animals (I remember really liking the chickens), houses, and a bridge. One year we found the perfect people to add to our set. We even painted the grass and rivers on as we progressed.

Eventually we moved on from the train set. Out grew it or forgot about it, not sure which.

Skip forward a decade and some years and trains came back into my life. A loud train would wake me up in my dorm often at nights my first few weeks of college. It drove me nuts. Why would anyone blast a train horn super early in the morning? College kids nearby are sleeping! Randomly, that annoyance became a comfort. I enjoyed hearing the train whistle. Not sure how something that enraged you one night can become a comfort the next.

I heard the train throughout college randomly on nights and it would send that feeling into my chest of home and safety. It hasn’t been until moving into this new house that I realize, I have missed that sound. I haven’t heard it since college and apartment living. There is a train near my new house and it is vocal. Just last night I heard what I can only describe as a caterwauling between two trains. Maybe it is just nice closure for the enjoyment of that bulky homemade train set.

Now that I’ve gotten some train thoughts out of my head, maybe I’ll start taking non-terrible pictures again. Who knows! The next post could be about mismatched socks. My brain tends to do what it wants.

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