The Best Days of Our Lives

My Dad always has the best stories. This guy has really lived. Therefore, he also is the best person to go to for adivce or encouragement. He and my mom started off very humbly, living in an old farm house on his grand-dad's land. (my family is very country). They didn't have very much at all when they started out, having married at age 18 and 19. It was really hard, but he said looking back those were some of the greatest days of his life.

These words have never rang more truely than now. I am living them myself (except I live in a nice apartment rather than an old farmhouse whoes pipes would freeze in the winter). Marrying before your career is established is a scary thing. My husband works 5 nights a week, then gets up at goes to class full time in the afternoon. I work every day as a substitute teacher. I'm also responsible for preparing every meal we eat, and all household duties. Putting it that way, it doesn't sound like much, but funny how a little cooking and cleaning can take up your entire evening.

Working a lot, and living on a small budget leaves little room for extras like dinner dates, movies, vacations etc. Before we were married we would always be out doing one thing or another. Now we love spending our precious little free time together just enjoying eachother's company. And you know what? I love it. We have grown to appreciate eachother on a whole new level. Franks works his butt off 24/7 to provide for us and ensure our future, and yet he calls me his "super woman" for the small stuff I take care of. I see couples who are constantly going out to dinner, on vacation going going and going. This is great if you can afford it, but I feel like taking those out of our lives have taught us how to appreciate the little things in life. And knowing that we can have a fantastic time just watching random Jenna Marbles youtube videos together and just feeling complete is why these are the bet days of our lives.

Apartment Livin

I feel like even though we live in a very nice apartment, I keep noticing weird quirky things about it...

This weeks oddity:  I always can tell when our neighbors are pooping. The walls are very thin, and the two master bathrooms must share a wall because I can always hear when their "poop fan" goes on. We don't really ever use that thing. so I'm not sure if they know us as intimately as we know them. Awkward.