So, we got this great new coffee table book.
It’s absolutely fascinating. Really well written, fabulously witty, wonderful photos – the whole bit.
Wait. It looks eerily familiar.
Oh yeah. ‘Cause it’s me.
Let me explain. I started this blog last year on our one year wedding anniversary as a way to stay connected with my husband while he was deployed.
I wanted him to see what was going on back home and to know some of my thoughts. This was my “virtual paper” first year anniversary present to him.
This year, my idea for a second anniversary present was to get the previous year’s blog posts printed and bound so that we would have a tangible record of our deployment journey.
I used the Blog2Print service. It was a bit pricey, but I’m pretty happy with the results.
My heart leapt the day our mail lady knocked at our house. When I opened the door, she was already halfway back to her car, but she gestured to my feet. I looked down to see a book-sized box on the steps. I snatched it up and ran to the kitchen for scissors.
I instantly got lost in the pages of memory.
Right in front of me was the rainy spring when I made Owen a raincoat from a black trash bag.
Then there was my first guest post – by my husband!
And of course, the bestest day ever.
Let’s not forget the ups and downs of reintegration, including a second anniversary spent at the EconoLodge, courtesy of the ever-accommodating military.
This second anniversary post represented one full year of blogging. Which is pretty sweet when you think about it since I generally have the attention span of a gnat.
(Do gnats have small attention spans? Or are they just small themselves?)
This book was a present that I thought out and re-thought out a quadrillion times. Was I getting it for T? Or was I getting it for me? I thought it was a nice theme to continue, but would he think so? I was so nervous when I finally gave it to him that I paced the room as he opened it.
He loved it. He thought it was very cool and he enjoyed thumbing through it as much as I had.
T is not much of a letter writer, so we don’t have stacks of yellowed envelopes tied together with satin ribbon that our ancestors will read through some day. Instead we have a book that our children can peruse to learn a little bit more about who we are.
If we ever have any, I mean. (Ouch. How did that get in there?)
If we don’t, I guess we still have it for ourselves. Sure beats those scrapbooks I’ve never started, despite collecting overflowing boxes of pictures, ribbons, markers and shape punches.
And when we have guests over, we can put the blog book on the coffee table. That’s pretty subtle, don’t you think? I think it’s a demure way to say,
LOOK AT US! WE’RE AWESOME! CHECK US OUT! AREN’T WE GREAT?
Without actually saying it. Because really, some things go without saying.
I’m just saying.