Today is Labor Day. It’s Monday, September 1st. Alana and I slept in until 11:00 AM, and that never happens anymore. I’m almost never able to sleep in that late anymore, whether with her or without her. Her working two jobs prevents us from sleeping in together, let alone that late. My busy life filled with early hot yoga classes before work, early massages on my days off, or errands to run before work prevents me from sleeping that late on my own. In the beginning of our relationship I slept until noon most days of the week. On the weekends we constantly slept in until 11:00 AM or noon together.
Those days are gone. We are older now, with adult lives, and adult responsibilities. Sleeping in is a gift, sleeping in together is paradise. And sleeping in together and having a whole day off together? Is a fairytale. Today is a fairytale.
Which seems so fitting, as we’ve spent all weekend and today falling into season 3 of Once Upon a Time now that it’s available on Netflix…
Season 3 of this show is very different from seasons 1 and 2, and I’m very much enjoying it. And one thing I really find myself enjoying, and identifying with, is the need and longing for family that all these main characters seem to possess.
Alana and I have been together three years this Fall. Next fall we’ll be getting married on our four year anniversary, and the fact that this Fall is swiftly approaching has my heart pounding in my chest. This is my last year as a single, unmarried woman. My life is going to be different after this year. Drastically different. I’ve never been married before, and neither has she. This is a brand new journey for us. I’m anxious, thrilled, excited, nervous, and about a million other emotions I feel I could list for days.
This need and longing for family that I’ve been feeling lately isn’t being felt alone. Alana feels it too. I’ve had a cat for 7 years now, and we both love and parent her together. But, we feel the need for more. Our love has created a bigger space than a cat can fill, and we talk about rescuing a puppy after we marry next Fall. We talk, sometimes, about putting a baby in my belly sooner than we use to speak of. We plan on getting a townhouse a couple of months before the wedding to make space for these things that we desire and long to have together.
This is it. Fall is coming. This is the last year of my life before things get really serious. Before there’s a townhouse. Before there’s a marriage license, and eventually, a marriage. Before there’s a wife, before there’s a puppy. Before we’re actually really going through the process of looking at getting me with child.
I’m anxious. I’m young. I’m old. I’m ready.
This Labor Day is the start of me being thrown into an immense journey, and I’m determined to enjoy it as often as I can.
[pictures from this past week]