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Oh hello, there. Have we met? I’m Amy Beth. I used to have a blog that I updated fairly regularly but then I started working very, very hard at my job, managing my own photography business and, oh, had a man move from England to marry me. It’s been a little busy here in Tennessee.
I have a confession. A couple of weekends ago, I slept until 12:30 p.m. It was completely accidental; the night before, Paul and I gave each other a pep talk that went something along the lines of “We have to go to church tomorrow. WE HAVE TO GO TO CHURCH TOMORROW.” So, on Sunday morning, I dutifully got up to get ready but somewhere between thinking about getting in the shower and actually getting in the shower, I found myself laying down “for just ten minutes more” which, unfortunately, turned into three hours.
When I woke up and realized that I had slept past noon and I was too old to blame it on being a teenager, I felt a little bad. I don’t sleep in; the fabulous five and fostering ended my era of being able to sleep in on the weekends and I’ve never regained the ability to sleep past my early morning call time. But then I thought about the hours I have worked over the last month (oh my goodness, THE HOURS I HAVE WORKED OVER THE LAST MONTH) and I made the executive decision to not feel guilty. I have a firm belief that, when you lay down for ten more minutes of sleep and end up sleeping three hours, your body is trying to tell you it needs rest.
Of course, I’m wedding planning, too. For those of you keeping track at home (if anyone is even out there reading anymore), I am less than one month away from being married. It feels really surreal to tell you that. Where are my long-term readers who remember how I was sure — SURE — that I would never get married? Remember those blog posts? Well, this girl can’t believe she’s writing the words oh, I get married in less than a month.
I had my first wedding nightmare two nights ago. I dreamt (dreamed? dreamt?) that I woke up the morning of my wedding with spray tan all over a pair of white pajamas and streaks of missing tan on me. I also dreamt (dreamed? dreamt?) that I didn’t have flowers or a cake on my wedding day which probably came from the fact that I haven’t actually ordered the cake or flowers yet. Ooops.
Paul has now been living in the states for a little over two months and is doing splendidly. He is, of course, homesick at various times but how could you blame him? Every day, when I think of what he left to come here to marry me, I’m awed by his selflessness towards me. I still can’t get over the fact that we get to have dinner together, go to the grocery store together or even just watch television together. It’s funny how, when you haven’t had those things for so long, you really don’t take them for granted when you get them. I hope that, five years from now, I’m still not taking them for granted.
Right now, our days are filled with trying to squeeze in wedding details around my work schedule (Paul has still not received his authorization to work for pay in the US, so he continues to volunteer 40 hours a week and I continue to pray the magical letter appears in our mailbox). The whole Paul-not-being-able-to-work thing has actually been an odd blessing in the fact that one of my biggest desires in a husband was to have someone with a really strong work ethic because my dad has had that his entire life. To see Paul not be able to work — but still choose to volunteer 40 hours a week to be a productive human being — has made me admire him even more than I did before.
We have also been blessed to have Aviean with us quite a bit of time. For those of you who are new, Aviean is my cousin’s daughter and used to stay with me quite a bit but then was gone for a little over a year. For you long time readers, are you ready to see something that will melt your heart?
Life is not perfect, or at least mine isn’t. But sometimes, life is really comforting when you get to love and be loved.
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