Archive | August, 2011


31 Aug

Today is a very special day.  It is my husband’s birthday, and his first birthday as a married person.  I could go on forever about how my husband is the most wonderful person ever.  He certainly is.  But I think he knows I feel that way.  Instead, I want to tell everyone about the things that make him special to me.

1. He accepts my quirkiness and is the only person I know who can match it.

2. He loves his family.

3. He encouraged me to keep my maiden name because he “fell in love with Jenny Cooper.”

4.  He is afraid of caterpillars but can walk into a room where he does not know anyone and charm the pants (or dress) off of every single person in the room- young and old.  He is certainly fearless in that way.

5. He pulled a towel up next to me on the bathroom floor when I had food poisoning.

6. He is the only person who has never once given me the ick. I never get sick of him and would spend every moment of my day with him.

7. He loves my independence.

8. He coaxed Coco Chanel Cooper Thomas (a very stubborn and surly chihuahua) into falling in love with him by singing to her.  It took a year, but she waits for him at the door to come home.

9. He loves to silly dance when no one is watching.

10.  He picked me for forever.

Happy Birthday, to my favorite pie.

10 Aug

I am a horrible blogger! It is true.  I think I have been avoiding blogging because I feel, well, uninteresting lately.  In many ways a legal career zaps the creativity out of a person.  

It also makes me think of all of the cool, creative things I am not.  Like a dancer, specifically a ballerina.  I think dance is such an amazing form of self expression.  Yet, besides occasional Zumba classes for exercise, it is just something I don’t have.  Also, French. French women appear so mysterious, dramatic and interesting.  Instead, I am an open book.  

Perhaps an amazing singer, painter, photographer, heiress?  Those things are genetic, so in the end I really blame my parents.

Obviously, I should have been some kind of organic farmer.  I can imagine nothing better then wandering through lush vegetable gardens, feeding animals, cooking simple yet nourishing meals and sitting on my front porch drinking and watching the sunset.  Except maybe being a ballerina.