Monthiversary 42

This post is a bit behind the actual times, but I did not want to miss covering the day, because every monthiversary is important to us!

We hit #42 this month, on June 2.

And you know what? It wasn't our best day. {And you know this if you heard the podcast!} I don't mean that in a marriage sense, but just in a life sense. Ryan and I really don't have bad days often. {I mean, let's face it: Ryan is a walking party, and it's hard to have bad days when you are - or are married to - a walking party.} But we are human, and we have bad days like everyone else, and unfortunately this time around, our bad day came on a day filled with celebration and documentation.

We'll start by talking about  my hair. My hair is cantankerous in its own right and must be dealt with daily. I either have to straighten it or crunch it up with product. I cannot wash and wear. And I'm in one of those awkward phases right now where my bangs are too long to wear down like bangs, but they're too short to sweep to the side, so they do their own thing and I forget, until I see photos, that they don't do their own thing with any particular grace.

So in my mind, I looked like a beach beauty. Wavy curls, hair pushed back from my face, turquoise shirt, khaki shorts. Lovely for my husband.

Yeah that was not so much the case.

And by the time I realized it, it was too late to change it, unless I wanted to start COMPLETELY over, which I did not. And sometimes a bad hair day can just throw a damper on the entire day. {Ryan knows this. HA!}

I told Ryan {once I realized it} I felt the need to wear a sign around my neck that said, "Yes, I know I look like this." Just because sometimes you see someone and you wonder...did she do that on purpose or does she know she looks like that? So I just wanted people to know I was both aware and sorry.

Add to my bad hair day his rough day at work {nothing major happened...just a tiring, hard day} and we were quite the partying pair come evening!

{This took place earlier in the day before I realized the hair truth and before Ryan's day drowned him.}

42 months and goofy to the core. This is how we live every day!

We had to run some errands after work, and I was going to suggest a coffee date, but Ryan decided some days can only be cured by dinner out. Far be it from me to complain! Since he had the hard day, I told him to pick our destination. So of course...

It's his happy place.

I think this is when I realized the truth of the hair mess.

Also - I am usually the selfie taker, which means I'm closer to the camera, and therefore my head is always twice the size of his. Add the Monica Gellar hair to it, and I feel like I'm doing a photo with a little Flat Stanley paper. HA!!!

Our dinner. Please let the record show that ALLLLLLLLLLLLL the food in my photo is actually both our dinners. He thought it would be funny to let you see how much of a pig I really am! {Except I'm not.}

Dinner was yummy, and he decided we did need some fresh brew after all:

No, we didn't match on purpose. It just happened. It happened again on Sunday {royal blue, that time} and everyone we saw asked us if we plan our outfits out so we match. It's a conundrum...not looking like twinsies and yet coordinating enough for photos. Because of course, there are always photos.

We did a little more shopping, which also yielded a hilarious story, and if you haven't heard it, it's in the podcast for this week, along with a second hilarious story from a game we played {quiz-type game} when we got home. We needed those belly laughs!

And we did our official photo:

It may not have been our best day in a variety of ways, but when you can share the bad days with your best champion and friend, it's the best kind of bad day. I'm grateful we can laugh together, be grumpy together, celebrate together, and spend this life walking together. Even on the days when walking looks more like plodding. Maybe especially on the days walking looks like plodding.

Happy monthiversary, My Love!