My husband is amazing

Yup, I’m putting it in print so you (and he) can hold me to it later on.

Our hammock has been sitting out on the lawn for all the world to see.  We generally take the hammock itself inside, and, wow, does the frame get a few funny looks!  Even the internet repair guy ventured, “What is that?”

Fun as this was to watch, and nice as it was to fall down our front steps into a hammock, we thought we might like to have it in a slightly more secluded spot.  So Sydney took pruning shears and a hand saw to the brush around our house, and created a little cove for the hammock amidst some young trees.  Lying in the hammock there is about as peaceful and relaxed as I’ll ever get.  Truly lovely.

In addition to this feat, Sydney’s also planning to take me away Wednesday and Thursday to celebrate our anniversary.  Yes, the two-week proximity of our anniversary to my birthday, plus the happy thought of school returning (I’m such a nerd), all contrive to make August my favorite month of the year.  I have no idea where we’re going on Wednesday or what we’re doing, and both Sydney and I like it that way: I can’t fret about it and he can surprise me.  It’s been two years since we were married, and you know what’s funny?  Both Sydney and I think, “Only two years?”  Before you get worried, I think our reaction may have something to do with the number of life changes that have occurred since then.  We now live in Ithaca, we know how to cook, we have dissertation topics in mind, we have a garden and a hammock, we have a cat, etc.  I don’t think it’s “Oh my goodness, if I have to endure this suffering forever, then . . .”  Sydney may come from a tradition of martyrs, but I don’t 🙂

Erin