husband chronicles

Husband Chronicles: He prances in the living room

Last night I spent at least 45 minutes cutting little yellow triangles. We are having a Noche Española party for Jose and I's birthday tomorrow night and I CAN NOT WAIT! As lovers of food, we have researched our Spanish recipes and even made a website with all the details of the party for those we invited. I wish we had a bigger space but we'll just have to cram our lovely friends into our condo and secretly hope that by 8 p.m. it will be cool enough to open our balcony doors and have extra space there.

I was exhausted after only cutting the yellow triangles but have about 40 more to cut if I'm going to make flag banners for the living room! By 10:30 p.m. last night I wrapped myself up in a blanket on the couch and called it a night. Jose, on the other hand, danced around the living room like a schoolboy imagining where to move our dinner table and couch to open up space.

Stubbornly I pulled the blanket over my head and yelled "this girl is OUT!" Yet somehow within the next 5 minutes... there I was... moving the dinner table while Jose pranced in decoration glory.

What I have done to this guy?

Clearly something right... because I have someone who is dreaming as strongly as I am now :) I'll make sure that when I take a bite of our homemade tapas tomorrow night, I'll close my eyes and escape momentarily back to our honeymoon.

Dreaming and eating together like little fat school children. In Spain.

Barriga llena, corazon contento.

Husband Chronicles: Grateful

There have been days where I find a dryer sheet in the recycling bin (how on earth is that recycling?), or a nice pile of dirt swept up into a corner in our kitchen that will sit there for 2 days, or layers of work shirts piled on top of one particular dining room chair. But I would take a million piles of dirt in our kitchen if that meant I got to keep his company.

As soon as I got home from church, I had to go straight to prepping my camera gear for that afternoon's shoot. Jose offered to assist me for the session, but I got more (much, much more) than I could have imagined.

I was a mess that day. Jose made us lunch and I used one hand to feed myself and the other to format my cards. Sometimes my hand would linger there, forgetting there was food in front of me because I would be consumed in my prep work. Eat, he would tell me. I rushed to pack up my equipment, while Jose yelled back my check list in the midst of washing dishes. I got to my location and I start freaking out at the intensity of the sun and lack of any shade nearby. Jose marches ahead of me, I see some trees.

Who knows how many times I move him around or experiment with different areas, but what I do know is how lucky I am. With the sudden deadlines I had in the past few days and staying up late to finish the Menswear Fashion post, Jose has assisted me in more ways than simply holding a reflector. He has grounded me in the midst of my chaotic state. More than anything, he has given freely, loved freely, and embraced freely.

Baby, you'll be fine.

I know, I know. Because I've got you by my side. And I pray that I have hundreds more of these "behind the scenes" photos of you, watching you age, and watching my photography develop as we live life together. For leaving your scuff marks on the coffee table, and practically your closet in our living room because they remind me that you are with me. That I have you ... that God has blessed me with you.

I love you :)

Oh, and I'm sorry I called you an old man yesterday because of your hair. Totally not old. But thank you for retaliating with a frustrated "Yeah, okay, thanks young lady." You'll take the good with the bad, right? Yeah :)

Husband Chronicles: My Asian Confession

Yes. I do it. I sometimes wonder what Jose and I's kid(s) will look like. Will they have my husband's oh-so-cute-often-teased-about eyes? Who will get the short genes and who will get the tall ones?

I swear that the first time I went on a date with Jose, in the back of my mind I wondered "Is one of his parents Asian?" Surely, I thought, someone has something Asian in them. I thought it was subtle and cool. Go ahead and judge me for basing a cultural assumption on looks, but I know I'm not the only one! Nod your head. It's okay. People think I'm white all the time.

But seriously, how does one go from looking like this....

to this?!

We're talking different skin tone and features! Isn't it amazing how babies change and develop over time?!

But my point is that I've always been so fond of Jose's prominent features -- especially his eyes. When I look at his baby photos, I laugh so hard and start to fall in love again. His curiosity, affection, and goofy sense of humor -- I see it in those photos.

So imagine my heart when I stumbled across Hamada Hideaki's work...

These are her boys and her AMAZING photography.

I admire how some people have an inherent ability to freeze moments. It's almost like she's hidden in the background, giving us a glimpse of 2 brothers' mischievous, exploring, and adventurous world.

When I saw these photos, I thought about Jose and what he was like as a kid. I saw him in those photos. How he still has those playful characteristics and how I can't even imagine what our boy will be like, fused with our personalities...

Don't you just want to spend an afternoon with them?!

Lucky for me, I get to spend an entire life with this one :)

And I can only imagine, God willing, the adventures our little ones will put us through one day!