Chris and Sarah’s blog

Our anniversary was 2 days ago. It’s hard to believe that it’s been over a full year since our wedding. At 1 year, Sarah and I are still very happily married. When I think about all the things that have happened since then (the honeymoon, Steph leaving for Africa, 1420 Lorain breaking up, Joe & Jocelyn’s wedding, Brian & Kat’s wedding, Pat & Lenore’s wedding, my paternal Grandfather dying, hunting for and buying a house, moving into the house, the soot catastrophe, moving back out of the house, the ordeal of getting the house fixed, then moving back in, Claire leaving for Korea, turmoil at SCS, and a few months of relative normalcy along the way), then I can see where the year went. But when I think about just the wedding, it feels like it was yesterday. I still remember looking around at places to have the reception with my parents, meeting with the DJ Bob Kita, meeting with Rev. Beringer a few times, meeting with Mary Lou to talk about music for the ceremony, lining up the photographer … all that stuff. The wedding day itself was spectacular, but the wedding preparation is more memorable to me because it represents an era in our life, back when we had our little apartment and living together was a novel luxury. The time when we lived apart and I had to go visit Sarah at the lab or at her Dad’s house whenever we wanted to see each other was fresh in our memories. Now that part seems like the distant past, and we take living together for granted. I remember what I was reading around the time of the wedding (Bringing Down the House and The Belgariad (again)), and what I was playing (Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hourglass) and what Sarah was playing (Dragon Quest Monsters and Mana Khemia: Alchemist of Al-Revis). This is how I mark the times in my life, by what I was reading and/or playing at the time. I remember the day after the wedding, and driving home to our apartment in Sarah’s “Just Married” decked out ‘03 Chevy Malibu. I should stop before I get full-on nostalgic for the relatively recent past. I really wish I had the power to shift back in time and re-live these parts of my life. Not so that I could do anything differently, just so I could re-experience it all — good and bad. My memory is such a poor, low-res representation of what it was like. The present is pretty good, too, of course. I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining. Just daydreaming and reminiscing. Good times, man, good times (mostly).