Sometimes, I make dinner and it doesn't taste good. And then I feel like Lupe hiding underneath curtains because she feels bad.
A year ago, Nick proposed to me at this place which is possibly my favorite spot in the whole world. It was the first place that he and I went on a 'big date' about a week after we started dating. That day at Sturbridge Village was pretty much perfect. I can still remember what I wore-- a blue vintage dress and a sunny yellow sweater. I already knew, just a week or two in, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Nick.
Also that I wanted to live in a pretend town from the Olden Days. Because, oh, it is so beautiful. It makes me want to cry every time I'm there which is what most beautiful, and bygone things make me want to do. Nick proposed to me underneath a big tree and near, of all things, a little 'lawyers' cottage. He said, "When we bring our children here someday, I'll point to this tree and say, that's where I asked your mother to marry me."
There I am, in my vintage skirt and that I got JUST in case he proposed, as happy as one human could possibly be. Its hard to believe its been a whole year, and its hard to believe its been only a year. Both at the same time.
Now, thankfully, we live near Portsmouth, and Portsmouth has Strawberry Banke, which is another (much smaller) historical town. I'm looking forward to the Candlelight stroll at Christmas time. Bundling up and strolling down candlelit paths while people in wonderful costumes make old fashioned Christmas food and decorate their houses? I'm there.
In other news: Today I am buying a camera if all goes well so I can stop using Nicks iphone as my only source for pictures. I used to have a camera but it disappeared in the move, and unlike Alice the Cat who also disappeared during the move, I don't think its coming back.