This year has been my best yet.
I’m really starting to get the hang of this “being a grown up” thing.
Bruce and I bought a house. Then got engaged.
I woke up one day and being an adult made sense.
There’s been some times in the past couple months that have been bringing me down and my new job has been causing me quite a bit of stress.
I realized though that I haven’t been taking enough time to soak in around me and realize all the things that show me how blessed I am.
For my birthday a couple weekends ago we were able to island hop over to the beautiful and lush, Kauai. The was our second trip to Kauai and we were able to focus on hiking as the last time we didn’t come as prepared as we should have. We embarked on the first few miles of the Na Pali coast hike. We didn’t take as many pictures as we probably should have but I realize that’s okay because I took so many mental images. The beauty that we saw from that hike is unexplainable. It’s such a majestic walk to see these huge mountains jutting straight out of the ocean to form this magnificent coastline.
Ara gave me a wonderful birthday card with a letter in it and one of the things he said was—isn’t it so great that we can make a weekend trip to a beautiful neighboring island where some people dream about this their whole life?!
I’m so blessed to have the life I live and the people in it.
I had my father get sick when I was 22. And I was poor, alright. And my father had an ulcer, and it exploded and you know all these toxins get in your blood. And basically, my father died, whatever, 50 days after his ulcer. So I had a father get sick while I was poor.
My mother got sick when I was rich. And my mother, you know… I don’t really want to get into it, but my mother was sicker than my father. And my mother’s alive. My mother’s fine, OK? I remember going to the hospital to see my mother and wondering, ‘Was I in the right place?’ Like, this was a hotel. Like it had a concierge, man.
People don’t… if the average person really knew the discrepancy in the health care system, there’d be riots in the streets, OK? They would burn this motherfucker down!”
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an open love letter to AAA
dear AAA,
when my car wouldn’t start this morning, i thought something big was going to be wrong. the radio came on, so i knew it wasn’t just the battery. (i don’t actually know anything about cars. just go with me on this one.) i thought you were going to have to tow me to a mechanic, and i was going to spend a bajillion dollars to fix whatever was wrong. my car is getting kind of old, you see, and kind of old cars sometimes cost a bajillion dollars to fix.
imagine my surprise when daniel, the very nice tow truck driver you sent to help me, told me all i needed was a new battery. (but the radio came on!) he even fixed it on the spot! for less than $100, and in TWENTY SEVEN MINUTES from calling you to signing my receipt, i was on my way. twenty seven minutes! surely that is some kind of record.
you are the best, AAA. never change.
love,
kristen
My life is, thankfully, quite undramatic.
I work. I work out. I make dinner. I go to bed. Of course, there are events and goings on between those things. But, for the most part, I’m a happy little creature of habit.
My life has become delightfully ordinary. I’m settled, saddled with responsibilities. A mortgage to pay. Flowers to water. Dishes to wash.
Is this growing up?
It’s nothing like I thought it’d be. Quite honestly, it’s so much better.
I never thought I’d be content with a simple kind of life. But to actually be happy with it? That’s been a pleasant surprise.
June 15, 2012
It started out with us becoming homeowners.

(That part was pretty awesome, by the way.)
And then there was a proposal. In our new living room. I said “YES!” And basically sobbed and sobbed and asked “Is this real?” And sobbed. And kissed. And sobbed. And said, “Pinch me! Is this real?”

It was real. (There was also a cheese plate. He knows me so well.)
And there was the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen in my life.

And now? I am bursting with joy and hope and love.
It was the best day of my life. And there are so many more incredible days to come.
Ashley came over.
We ate pizza.
We made a dessert made of cookie dough, Reese’s and brownie.
We drank champagne from a can.
I made her watch her very first episode of “Friday Night Lights”.
And then I took a 4 hour nap.
I LOVE THIS DAY SO MUCH.
It occurred to me today that I want my daughter to know that I am adopted. I don’t want it to be a conversation I have with her “when she is old enough.” I just want her to know, to always know.
My parents never “told” me that I was adopted. I just always knew. We had children’s books about adoption and, generally, it was just a part of the conversation. It was natural and never ever felt like a secret or news.
I think it is important that Annalee knows about adoption and knows that her mommy was adopted.