Many say that the first year of marriage is the hardest one, and that's one of the reasons why Jewish men are commanded to spend as much time as possible with their new wives during the first year, to talk and get to know each other. I am deeply thankful for meeting and marrying my dear beloved husband, but it doesn't lessen the enormity of the adjustment I had to make in becoming a wife. And may I add, I'm not even anywhere near the end of the road to becoming the wife I believe my husband deserves.
As an anniversary gift, my husband - by my request - fixed up a bathroom cabinet for us. It might sound very un-glamorous, but after a year without a bathroom cabinet, you can imagine how happy I am to finally have one! He repaired and fixed it up all on his own, which makes it extra special. What about my gift? I'm almost embarrassed to admit this, but I... cleaned the kitchen. Very thoroughly. It has been ages since I last did this, and it was what my husband wanted. If you have reached the limit of your budget for gift-giving, household projects that have been put off for a very long time can be a welcomed and practical gift.I thought I would post a few photos of us, our wedding, and our sweet baby girl, but after discussing it with my husband we decided not to. We're currently in the process of re-evaluating where this blog is going, in the sense of publishing family pictures. The blog is more public than I ever imagined it would be when I first started it, two years ago. Every week, I notice an increase in the number of subscribers and visitors. Sweet people, from whom I've never heard before, write to me and tell me they have been following the blog for many months and praying for our family. A few times, the correspondence blossomed into true, precious friendship. It's so wonderful to finally meet in person and chat face-to-face, after months of writing to each other.
Can I find words to express my gratitude for such attention, kindness and generosity? To tell you the truth, I'm not sure what it is that makes this blog so much more popular than I thought it was going to be. I imagined it would be an almost private journal, with perhaps a few friends and relatives following. But as it is, I only know the identity of a minority of my readers. And even though I'm certain that most of my anonymous readers are silent friends who simply don't have the time to comment - just as I read many lovely blogs, and rarely have time to leave a note - recently I have had reason to suspect that some of the unidentified visitors aren't exactly well-wishers, to put it mildly.
At one point, I thought of making the blog private, like my dear friend Jewels had once done. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. Also, my pictures have been around ever since I started the blog, so I thought it would be pretty much pointless to take them off right now. You'll notice, however, that there's not even one picture of my husband. It's so lovely to share one's life through pictures. It feels almost like visiting with one another. But it's also important, so very important, to keep safe.
This explanation isn't precisely in tune with the happy headline of today's post, but I felt I ought to write a few words on the subject, after so many of you requested pictures of us and Shira. I wish everyone the loveliest week, and look forward to catching up with you.