Five Hundred Twenty-five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes

Ok, I admit it, I'm obsessed with the "Glee" Pandora station.  I can't help it.  So, while I was bathing Sarah Claire the other day, the song "Seasons of Love" came on.  I was singing along (poor Sarah Claire!) and I started to think about how appropriate the song is for this "season of love." (disclaimer: the play is entirely inappropriate for this time in our lives. Ok, in every time of our life. Moving on, and back to my point). Christopher and I have been married for an entire year, as of yesterday! Admittedly, I still don't know exactly how to measure a year, but the idea that it is "In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee, in inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife" is barely even a start.  I guess in our case, it could be in changes- we have certainly had plenty, or maybe in the number of fingers and toes (and paws!) we've added to our household, or maybe we could measure it in lessons learned (do I EVEN have time to begin??), or maybe it's in dollars spent on diapers, or in the number of prayers we've had answered, or in the number of hours of sleep we've lost.  I don't know. I think the obvious truth is, you just can't.  I do think, though, that it's important to document it and remember it, which is why I'm glad that the next year will be thoroughly blogged so that I will be able to look back and "measure" this next year.  If it's anything like this one, I am buckling up, and buying a helmet. And if it's anything like this one, I'm keeping my camera handy, and I'm buying my poor husband a condo downtown... I mean, that man survived some SERIOUS mood swings.  BUT if it's anything like this one, I'm expecting to have my love for Christopher multiplied exponentially, and I am preparing for blessing after blessing after blessing.  I'm excited either way. Oh, and I will say, that while the writers of Rent barely touched on all of the ways to measure a year, they may have been onto something with the whole "cups of coffee" idea.  That part, while incomplete, is certainly one form of accurate measurement!

A year ago yesterday, I became "Mrs. Persinger!" I am so, so happy to be Christopher's wife.