The long and winding road...

It's 5am and I am awake. This is pretty noteworthy. My husband left for work not long ago. He is working from 5am til 1 on a Saturday, doing something super exciting like screwing lids on bottles.

I'm very proud of him.

Oh, yeah, so, I'm married now. Have been for about 2 weeks.

The wedding went great. I managed to (mostly) not freak out and stick with my original ideas and everything came together incredibly well. It wouldn't have without a lot of help from family and friends, which I'm a very thankful for. It turned out just like we had wanted from the get-go, despite my best efforts to screw it up.

The honeymoon was wonderful, too. 5 days in a secluded cabin on the Ocoee River in Tennessee. It's beautiful there and very peaceful.

We've been back home for about a week and a half now. Ten days. Something like that. It's 5am, give me a break. The spelling correction is going nuts right now and I'm not that good at counting at a normal hour. Where was I? Oh, back home, ten days. It's been good. Cole has adjusted really well. I've been surprised. I expected more uncertainty from him, and there was a little the first day or two. But he is generally just very happy and excited about everything. He keeps saying things about being a family or B being around for always and it's always with a big grin. He talks about doing things in the future as a family and it's with certainty instead of just hope. It's actually very easy to tell the difference.

Cole has also given us permission to have a baby (or 13), as long as it's not a sister. He is pretty dead set against having a sister. Or a girlfriend. Which is okay by me. I have on my to-do list to find the local chapter of the He-man Woman Hater's Club and see if he can join. It would be okay by me if he didn't like girls for about the next 15 years or so.

Although, in about 15 years, I am probably going to start demanding that he get married and give me grandchildren. It's just a guess.

This has been a really long-winded, rambly was to say that life is good. Very good. And very different from where it was 10 months ago. If I had been told that things would change this dramatically, I would have never believed it. Occasionally I still don't.

God answers prayers, and He does so thoroughly.

My adventures as a single mom are over. I've learned a lot. It's made me a person that I am actually proud of and one I never thought I would be. Nineteen year old me would look at who I am now and be totally confused. Everything I thought I needed to be happy and I was working towards then aren't even on the radar now. My goals and dreams and who I am and desire to continue to be are actually things that I looked down on back then.

I can't tell you how glad I am about that. There just aren't words.

I'm off to have adventures as a wife, and as a mother. And, one day, after I've managed to clean my house and write thank you cards to all the people I'm very thankful for, I'll have some adventures as a blogger again.

I feel it, I feel it, I feel it running through my bones.

I know, I know... I've been ignoring you. I'm sorry. I want to pay more attention and talk to you, but honestly I've been busy. And I have a good reason.

Today is one month til the wedding. WooHoo!

Also... AAaaahhhhhh! I have lots to do.

I need more coffee.

I've got sunshine in a bag.

This picture of Cole is about 3 years old. He was 2 in it. It was taken the first Christmas we were in Mississippi.

I love this picture because of Cole's smile. It's his carefree smile, his totally elated smile. It's one you only see when he isn't worried about anything and everything in his world is easy and perfect.

It's one I don't see very often.

B moved here last Tuesday. Which I'm pretty happy about. It's just 6.5 short more weeks to wedding now.

I think Cole is pretty happy, too. Because that smile that I don't see very often? I've lost count of how many times I've seen in the the last week.

Oh, the weather outside is frightful...

Okay, that's it. I'm moving to Hawaii.

There is 1-2 inches of snow outside. I live in Mississippi. This isn't supposed to happen. And it certainly isn't supposed to keeping happening again and again. I'm filing a formal complaint.

Cole, of course, is ecstatic. I sent him out the door a few minutes ago, all bundled up. Oh, it's also about 12 degrees outside right now, which explains why all my water is frozen. We're not even going to discuss how I feel about that.

But, Cole. Cole is thrilled that there is snow and he is getting to play in it. All last night he was waiting for it to be this morning so he could go out. First thing he checked this morning was to make sure the snow was still there.

It is. Obviously I need to migrate further south.

Ch-ch-changes.

Tonight I managed to work on Cole's room for a while. I got his foldable clothes sorted out and cleaned out. And I cleaned paint out of the carpet. Sigh. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in his head. Sometimes I really don't want to know.

I need to vacuum. Argh.

I haven't written much lately. I have two excuses. The first is that I have been busy.

I've been cleaning out around the house and cleaning around the house. I've been shopping for and ordering lots of various wedding related things. I've been freaking out about the fact that I'm having a wedding in 8.5 weeks. Plus, I've been doing my normal stuff: working, Cole-tending, and trying to not go crazy. How's that going for ya'? Not so great, thanks for asking.

The other excuse is that this isn't a wedding blog. See the title? Adventures as a Single Mom? Weeeeelllll.... that's becoming less and less true, and in 8.5 weeks, it won't even be technically true anymore. I'm not entirely sure what to do about that. I could just change to blog title, I guess, but Adventures as a Married Mom somehow doesn't quite have the same feel.

They're coming to take me away, haha!

It's been a day. Not a particularly long day, but a day nonetheless. A day that makes me want to say "ARGH!" and curl up on the couch with a movie. Or five.

But instead I'm heading out to take Cole to tae kwon do class (which he doesn't really want to go to) after sneaking in a shower that I didn't really have time for and some internet that I definitely don't have time for.

I'm having delusions of running away and joining a circus right now. I'm also trying to decide what to make for dinner. After which I will be doing a major deep clean of Cole's room. Joy. That is, of course, provided I don't stumble across a circus while I'm in town.

I can dream, right?

Take out the papers and the trash.

I like magazines. They are fun. They are a light read... like I can sit down and flip through on in about 30 minutes or less. Usually less. They make the perfect companion to talking on the phone or watching TV.

Tonight, I gathered up all my magazines. There were some in the bedroom and some in the living room. I piled them up and took this picture.

And then, I took them all out to the trash can.

Because they are just magazines. It's not like they might have some secret of the universe in them or something.

One thing down. 3,541,232,694 to go.

Yakkity yak, don't talk back.