Lately, I've been feeling so proud. It could be leftover from last week, it could be our upcoming wedding, it could be me finally getting my degree... Whatever the reason, I am so proud of what both S and I have accomplished. These past years together (almost 6 years) I've watched him paint, draw, doodle, sculpt, etch, and grow. From painting with acrylics in undergrad to sliding on a tablet in graduate school, I've seen him evolve as an artist and as a person. I couldn't be happier about who he has become and what he has done with his talent.
We've taken adventures together, close and far. In all of our adventures, there were times we've laughed underground in the metros of Paris, even times I've cried in a tiny apartment in Paris. We've stayed up late laughing until our bellies were sore, and we've stayed up late slamming drinks back with friends and smiles. I cannot wait for all of the upcoming adventures with him. The adventure of marriage, of moving into our own house, of traveling farther than before.
One of these last weekends S and I got to spend two days in a row off together. For most couples this might be a normal thing, but for us there are only a few weekends like that and I've learned to cherish them ever since I used to work every weekend at the hair salon. Together we went to our favorite brick street, our little downtown area for lunch. We were going to sit outside at a table, people watching and snacking over drinks. We stumbled upon the brick roads to find a yearly festival taking place. The street was packed with tents and people spilling out from restaurants onto the sidewalks. We walked threw the throngs of people to enjoy the sense of community. But, being that we just wanted to enjoy some time together, we made our way away from the thriving street to a less crowded restaurant. We still sat outside, sometimes in silence over our brunch and drinks. It was exactly what I wanted: some quiet to keep time moving slow: slow motion to cherish it all the more.