Tasting Menu: Year One

Watching my seven spring-green garbed sisters rising up the stairs of the chapel as Tony played his cello, and Euge and Karlene sang.

Staring out at that sea of faces on June 10th with my new husband (!); faces from Shanghai, San Francisco, Boston, Toronto…and even some that would be with us in New York.

Angsting for two and a half months as intern year wreaked havoc. The ridiculous plans we considered (call Oprah? A boat?), Tim Keller for company, and the amazing support of friends and family.

A phone call from SKC, an envelope in the mail, a long-car ride and all turned to setting up house: unpacking, furniture shopping, budgeting, learning to live with a boy (MAD LAUNDRY, and MAD cooking to feed one MAD appetite), finding new community, new everything…and having almost all of that be fun.

Marveling at the skyline from the Empire State Building, until it all faded against the brilliance of a full moon.

Savoring McDonald’s after seeing a so-so opera at the Met (a la Carrie!).

DH pacing anxiously whenever someone turkeys towards his all-time high score in Wii bowling.

Sucking it up--For me: slapping on a smile at all the awkward doctor events where one can pick out, IN AN INSTANT, all the other glazed-eyed, significant others. For him: eating unreasonably large amounts of sushi and Korean. Yeah, this is clearly not a fair bargain.

Perfecting the art of Randy-Yo-Check-It-Out-DOG-Jackson impersonations, and other American Idol inspired fun (I will not spell ‘dog’ any other way).

Having our first ridiculously clichéd, “The toilet paper must roll THIS way” argument.

And because I have to end this on the proper note:

Reminding the other who they really are, because sometimes, they forget. I'll say it like Seal, "Love can help me know my name."

To many more!