Today is our second anniversary, so I thought I'd post some film from our wedding to celebrate. Thanks to the lovely Roxanne Turpen for snapping these on my Holga!


Two years has just flown by. In some ways, April 14, 2012 feels like yesterday, but I also feel like we've been married for much longer. So cliché... does everyone feel that way?

 It's funny, I remember thinking on our first anniversary that we truly did have a whole honeymoon year. Everything was easy, we didn't have too many challenges, we only had a few conflicts (epic, but few), life was pretty smooth. And literally on our anniversary trip to Cannon Beach, things started to get more intense. Not bad, not crazy hard, it's like the heat just got turned up a little bit. The second year together has definitely been more challenging than the first. I don't know why people always say the first year is the hardest, because that certainly wasn't true for us. 

But it's the best kind of challenging — the kind that pushes you and makes you better and knits your hearts closer together. The kind that builds trust. I'm thankful for all of it. Marrying Dave was the best thing I've ever done. He's my dearest friend, and I love sharing life with him. 

Last year, Dave surprised me (after I had a particularly rough trip to Sierra Leone for work) with a weekend at Cannon Beach, which was so restful and lovely. We decided that we'd alternate planning years, so this year is my turn to plan our trip.

Originally, I wanted to go to Zion National Park in Utah, but we ruled that out for expense and time (but we still totally want to go together!). So we've decided to go to Vancouver, BC instead. In five years of living in the Northwest, I still haven't been! And everyone raves about the food. So we're headed there, but we need suggestions.

I considered shutting down my Facebook account a couple of weeks ago, but crowdsourcing is the number one reason I decided to keep it. I can do without people's political/social/health/theological rants and opinionated status updates (including my own!), but when I have a question and need input (housebreaking a puppy! we need a place to live! where to eat in BC!), Facebook never fails to deliver. 

So, if you happen to have suggestions for travel to Vancouver and its environs, feel free to leave them in the comments here. I'd so appreciate it. : )

Two years! Here's to many more, B. xo

PS : Just for kicks, here's our wedding video, shot by We Are the Hoffmans (thanks Zach and Jenny!)

i realize i haven't given birth yet, but...

crossfit. oh crossfit. sometimes people use the phrase "blood, sweat, and tears" for dramatic hyperbole about something they have done or experienced. like wrapping christmas presents.

or finishing their history final.

or... fill in the blank.

well, i can tell you that i have LITERALLY bled sweated (like a BEAST) and now cried

because of crossfit.

my dearest darling husband first introduced me to this insane sport, because he was a trainer for a few years. yes. he is my husband. he is a beast. he is taken. amen.

i never was much of a fitness buff, and honestly, my motivation usually came from wanting my body to look different. i initially approached crossfit the same way, because those people seriously look amazing. but since starting it a couple months ago, it's become something much different than that, and i've realized how broken my previous way of looking at exercise was. it should make me stronger and more capable, and whatever happens externally to my body is an extraneous side effect. it should never be the goal. i've found it's a lot more satisfying to set personal records for lifting or time than change your weight or waistline. those are nice, they're just not all that lifechanging (unless you're losing 100 pounds or something).

so back to blood, sweat, and tears.

blood and sweat are easy - after the first few classes, i already had callouses on my hands from the weight bar (soooo feminine, i know. wait. it gets better). then they started ripping off and bleeding, at which point i had to wrap my hands like a boxer to keep going. dave said weight gloves are for pansies, but i'm a girl, so i don't really give much heed to that point.

sweat, duh. never sweated more in my life. and dave still somehow thinks i'm cute in the middle of that. what?!?

and finally, yes, i literally cried the other day in a workout. not wept, just cried, just a little. i probably made a pretty pathetic face, too. i can't even remember what we did. something awful with 400m sprints, overhead lifts and squats (if you want to get technical, i think it was a snatch balance), and some other element like burpees. which i hate.

but i FINISHED it. and after i did, i lay on the floor panting, grit and sweat coating my whole body, surrounded by teammates in the same position.

and i felt like a champion.

flooded with endorphins and sweet relief, i finished something that halfway through, i really didn't believe i could complete. i had felt like quitting. but i finished.

i've had extra motivation lately from the olympics, and watching these incredible humans do unbelievable things. did you SEE those gymnasts? and the sprinters? golly gee whiz. dave is also ridiculous motivation, because not only is he the most encouraging person i know, but probably the strongest and most determined. his resolve and focus astound me. so anytime i'm in class with him, all i have to do is watch him and know that i can finish strong too.

the other night, i was the last in the class to finish our workout of the day (WOD), and was finishing my last 400m run. at the halfway mark, i turned the corner and saw dave standing far at the end, cheering me on. he ran the rest of the way with me, despite the fact that he had just completed a grueling workout of his own. i love him so very much.

it took a lot of cajoling from dave to get me to join him in this fitness exploit, but i finally jumped in, and i'm so glad i did. i've already noticed a difference - no more back pain, and little movements, little lifts, little feats of endurance are easier to me. it's changed my quality of life, and that makes me want to keep going.

there are all these maxims in crossfit culture (and it is very much a culture), and one that resonates with me is "every day better." it's not really about competing with the others in the class (because i'm tooooootally not there yet), but against yourself, and your own limits. i love that - it takes the pressure off and challenges me to healthy growth.

i wish i had pictures of our crossfit times, but we're too busy doing pullups and deadlifts and making prehistoric noises to be taking pictures. but i will someday.

so i leave you with this: we are leaving for vacation tonight, and i have a feeling i'll look something like this when we come back to our next crossfit class:

Married life.

So it's been nearly two months since my last post. The last time, I was just days away from marrying Dave, full of anticipation and excitement. And everything went swimmingly, and now we are snuggling down into married life. Snug as a bug in a rug. Thank you, southern upbringing, for that little colloquialism. I realize that this is a bit out of order, as I sorta skipped over the wedding and the honeymoon, but that will come later. For now, we're enjoying the beautiful reality of being husband and wife, living life together.








Marriage has brought a lot of soul-searching, though not of the "this-is-not-who-I-thought-I-married" kind (which we keep hearing we will experience... but haven't. I feel like Dave is who I knew him to be in all the months before we were married, sooo... ?).

I guess what I mean is taking a good hard look at things I thought I was sure of — social issues, facets of my faith, my creativity, my projected career path, etc. Dave is so good at asking the deep questions, inviting me to consider a maxim, a lifestyle, a philosophy, a habit more thoughtfully... to really probe it. I'm so grateful for this and think it's going to bear good fruit in me, in him, and in our marriage.

So much has happened in these first 8 weeks, and the best way to sum it up is: BFFs + marriage forever = awesome.


Only five days to go... Things are surprisingly laid back and peaceful around the Metty casa. Chalk it up to my wonderfully diligent parents and the generous peace that's been poured out on us. So thankful. And the forecast for Saturday looks tremendous! Here's a few snaps from this week so far... I love NC in the springtime.






Had breakfast last weekend at one of our favorite spots - Hangar Cafe in Georgetown. So tasty - the crepes alone are enough of a draw, but we went crazy and split a mimosa too. They serve it in a mason jar. Win.  Such a good decision. 20120402-080723.jpg



Have I mentioned lately how excited I am to marry this man (next week!!)? No? Okay let me remind you. I'M REALLY EXCITED.