Announcement Regarding our Marriage

Today, without a single shot being fired, we, the Gabbards correctly assembled 3 (let that sink in), no less than 3 pieces of Ikea furniture TOGETHER. We worked together as a team, shared our tools, spoke kindly to one another and declared expletive free victory over our project. For those of you who say, Big Freaking Deal and joyfully have set up a volleyball net with your spouse with zero issues, this blog post is not for you. In fact, this whole blog situation at Raising Crazies in totality is not for you. For those of you who are incapable of packing the car for vacation together without raised voices and slamming of roller suitcases, you are our people.

Andrew and I will be celebrating 12 years of marriage in just a few weeks. Apparently that is the exact amount of time it takes to be able to collaboratively accomplish an assembly task. How did they make it 12 years without being able to work together you ask? We do some things pretty well together. We are excellent at going out to dinner together, going to sporting events together, depending on the day we are even pretty solid at child rearing together. Pretty early in our marriage and even dating, I realized that sometimes it was best to just have one person do it. This list included furniture assembly and really assembly of any kind, taxes, packing the car for vacation, cooking and putting away groceries. I’m sure there are more, but I would have to ask Andrew and I don’t want to push my luck after such a great day. For some of these things, it doesn’t even matter who does it, just that the other one doesn’t help. We are a classic case of too many cooks in the kitchen.

But today friends, today the tide turned. Today, we made beautiful, inexpensive Swedish furniture together without any crying, yelling or swearing. Not only that, but then we finished it off by utilizing said furniture pieces together in a Pinterest DIY dual desk situation. See pictures below for proof of our wedded bliss/completed project and feel free to comment how amazing it/we are. I feel like that bodes well for our ability to share this office space in our new home. Sometimes, early in marriage there are moments of pure chemistry and magic. We still have those sometimes too but golly, moments of harmonious, normal, everyday living like this are pretty magical to this old married gal too.

I’m in love with this! Ikea for the win!
Look! We still like each other!
Picture made absolutely perfect by our first born’s finger stage right.

For my Baby Daddy

When Andrew and I got married we paid for one of those fancy videographers to come and video our big day.  A few months later we curled up on the couch in newlywed bliss to watch it for the first time.  Aside from getting a good laugh when we caught my maid of honor checking her watch repeatedly during our ceremony and when I sobbed extra hard during the “for richer for poorer” portion of my vows, we thought the whole thing was just so perfect.

We plan these fantastic parties to begin marriages but the beautiful mess that ensues after those vows are said is where the real magic is.  As we celebrate seven years together today, I look back on all that has happened since that day, I cry and I laugh and  I roll my eyes and shake my head and I thank God for all the blessings and the hardships.  In these short years we have endured a layoff, adopted puppies, moved halfway across the country, produced three beautiful children, lost loved ones, bought our first home, changed careers, celebrated weddings, faced a major medical diagnosis, reconnected with family, laughed, cried and grown up.

We joked last night that we hope that our next seven years are not as eventful as our last, but I have to say as I think about it tonight I hope they are.  I love our beautiful mess.  I love the loss and I love the gifts we have received.  I laugh at the plans we have made and how God has always had a much more interesting plan in mind for us.  When I think about the things that have been hard, like being away from family, I can’t help but think about the family we have found here.  When I think about those we have lost, I can’t help but be thankful for all the memories we shared with them.  Has it been easy?  Absolutely not, but it has been totally worth it.

So cheers to the finder of my lost keys, the cream in my coffee, the calm to my crazy, my love, my baby daddy.  I love you, my sweet husband.  Here’s to many more years of this beautiful mess.

wedding
On the field at Great American Ballpark, when we were less gray, well rested and boring.