Brandi
Simply put, life with Brandi is half as hard and twice as good. I absolutely love my wife. Obviously she is absolutely gorgeous, but looks can only take you so far, and where hers end is a sense of humor that keeps me laughing every day, and a gentle spirit that always serves and helps and is considerate of others. What I am thankful for on a daily basis is the way we live as a "Dynamic Duo." We bring out the best in each other. We genuinely love and appreciate each other. She is amazing.
We were fortunate to travel to New York City for our honeymoon. While we were there we took in "The Enchanted Island" at the Metropolitan opera...
…attended "Wicked" on Broadway, as well as multiple museums, restaurants and shops….
…and the emergency room. For reasons still unexplained, Brandi began with flu-like symptoms that later developed into what seemed like near paralysis. All tests, including a spinal tap, came back (thankfully negative). Along with escaping a nearby explosion that leveled two buildings just blocks away in Harlem, we were happy to be married…and just to be leaving NYC alive!
But we weren't out of the woods yet. Brandi developed severe headaches that prevented her from returning to work; indeed, from even standing up. It turns out that the spinal tap left a puncture wound that allowed spinal fluid to change levels as it was affected by gravity when she stood up. A blood patch got her back to normal in no time (look at the dead center of the above photo very carefully).
I'm super glad I didn't lose her right after we got hitched. And the past few months have proven what an amazing woman she is. I love her immensely.
Kids
And lots of them! We have a pretty good approximation of the Brady Bunch going on, with two 14-year-olds, two Elevens, and one 8-year-old. As you can see, we get along pretty well together and we definitely have fun.
But make no mistake, blending two families into one is no walk in the park. There have been tears as well as smiles. There have been misunderstandings and hurt feelings. There is regularly the tension of one system or way of life butting heads radically with another. But for the most part, God has been extremely gracious and has assisted greatly in helping open hearts and knit lives together. We have had good, long talks about what is happening in our new family. We take greater and greater strides toward becoming really and truly comfortable with each other.
And I will tell you this: with all it's challenges and difficulties, I absolutely love all five of my kids and our family and I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Alpine
I have had some great dogs before. And I'll admit that I typically form a pretty strong bond with all my dogs. But I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that Alpine stands the chance to be my favorite dog of all time. There are lots of factors: he's the first pure bred I've ever owned. Why someone gave an all white, blue-eyed Alaskan Husky to the pound is beyond me…but I'm thankful they did. Huskies are peculiar in their own way. They roam (so when he gets off the leash, he is NOT coming back). But they also rarely bark--which I LOVE. And although huskies have tons of energy, Alpine is super mellow. Unlike any other dog I've had, he lounges well. You can snuggle up next to him when he lies down, and rather than squirm all over and try to mess with you he will just rest with you. I love it.
HOWEVER…one day while petting Alps, I noticed that I had rubbed a hole into his side. It was as if he had two layers and one simply blew away like the fluff on a dandelion. After a little research, I learned that, in fact, it is exactly like that with huskies. Twice each year, they "blow out" their undercoat in preparation for the new season.
If you think you've seen shedding before, imagine a bath producing this kind of furry aftermath. The fur doesn't sprinkle down in two or three hairs; it pulls out in tufts. The first time I saw it I seriously thought Kacie had cut the hair off of a doll in chunks.
…so maybe there was a reason he ended up in the pound, but the positives far outweigh this one pesky (but easily managed) problem.
Beard
A "yeard"
Two years.
(Note: the lack of growth on the beard is due to breakage, caused by chemically straightening it.)
Though I grew somewhat attached to it, and though it became an easily identified symbol around school…and though Brandi absolutely adored it (and for that, I adore her!), I was so happy to relieve myself of the beard.
My fried Josh took me to his barber (who uses a straight razor)/stylist, and it really was a great experience.
And after two short hours, I was transformed.
The biggest shock (beyond just seeing my neck again) was how much younger I look after such a simple change.
Life marches on. In fact, it flies by ridiculously fast, chocked full of changes and adjustments. Ain't it grand?!
