02/14/2026
One year ago and I got married. In the snow with a few beloved witnesses. It’s been a firecracker of a year and I am shocked to have been married for a year even though it feels like it’s been 10.
Yesterday, on the last day before our first anniversary (the paper anniversary) we took an early morning trip to the ER that turned into a 12 hour adventure of diagnosing my love’s severe abdominal pain. In sickness and in health took on very literal meaning.
We learned about ovarian torsion and the intensity of that pain, and while the wait times were very long the nurse and ultrasound tech and gynecologist were excellent in patient care. I feel relieved that we are home with a bevy of witches and energy workers tending this o***y, caring for our kiddo, and being a part of our magic web of care. Grateful grateful grateful.
In the way we navigate intensity and hard things with silliness and love, here’s a photo from yesterday, once the pain had been managed, with our jaunty paper hats… which were repurposed (unused) vomit bowls. Celebrating in unexpected ways.
To my love, angel buns, Mrs. Babe… I love making ways through this life with you. In the silliness and sickness and s*xiness and softness — I love you I love you I love you.