It’s our first weekend in New York together, or rather it’s the hundredth one we’ve spent here but the first one we’ve spent as two New York residents, living in the same apartment, with no place else to be. It’s our first weekend in New York ~together forever~ if you know what I mean. And if you don’t, what I mean is we’re married!
This morning we went to look at a place where maybe we will make a home. ‘Is it a room or an apartment?’ ‘It’s both! It’s a two-in-one!’, we joked. A front door that locks, space for a bed, a stove, a little fridge, and a bathroom. That’s all anyone really needs, so we’re keeping our fingers crossed.
After the apartment viewing, we came home and made tomato soup with tomatoes of every color and ate it with homemade bread, a wedding present from our friends in Wisconsin.
Our life is one big wedding present lately. Heartfelt words and pretty cards and hugs and cool kitchen stuff and pictures and books everywhere we look! I can’t wait to write a thank-you note to each of you. For now, I’ll start with a big group thank-you right here.
All of your notes, phone calls, text messages, e-mails, playlists, recommendations, cards, pictures, packages, and trips to see us—whether at the wedding or before or after—have made the past month the most magical, awe-inspiring moment of my life. I looked up synonyms for ‘thank you’ because it just isn’t enough to express all the gratitude and love I feel for you. The best way I can sum it up is this: my cheeks hurt from all the smiling, and they’ve hurt every day since July 13th. Honestly, I’m not sure they’ll ever recover.