Twelve years ago we ate cheeseburgers and watched the fireworks and you asked me to marry you.

Eleven years ago we stood on the rooftop of an Irish pub and sealed the deal.

Last week we celebrated Grady’s eighth birthday. This week we celebrated Poppy graduating out of diapers.

Life is a trip and there’s no one I’d rather be on it with than you.


Reclaiming Date Night with HelloFresh

I've told you how convenient I find HelloFresh, and how it's made weeknight dinners less stressful and angsty. It's great for busy people, it makes mealtimes less complicated, HelloFresh is a kitchen hero. But it's a bit of a date night hero too. 

Shawn and I don't get out much. We're in that season of life where tiny humans demand a lot of time and focus, and we've got our own things going on at the same time. When we do manage to get out of the house together, without kids, we're usually seeing friends (to, you know, try to hold on to the last shred of our social life). 

HelloFresh is great for creating an at-home date night, no babysitter required.

I suspect it's because all the prep work is done for us, but for some reason, HelloFresh meals feel more luxurious than what we normally cook (even though the ingredients and techniques aren't exotic or even particularly fancy). Last week we plonked the kids in front of a movie and together we prepared Ginger Beef Noodles with Carrots and Bok Choy.


The recipes are simple to follow, and because the ingredients in HelloFresh boxes are all pre-measured, it's easy to relax and cook casually, instead of being anxious about your partner's (lack of) chopping speed or trying to find the mothercussin' measuring cup (spoiler alert: it's sitting in the sink, dirty. Always. I'm convinced it is never clean.)

Our meal tasted like restaurant-quality, albeit more nutritious because we were able to control the salt content, and was more convenient than takeout because no one had to put on pants to answer the door. We didn't have to worry about finding childcare, we didn't bicker over who was going to be the designated driver, and we got to tuck the kids in and kiss them goodnight before continuing our date with cocktails and Netflix. Date night in flannel pyjamas. I highly recommend it. 

Yes, I miss the fun of dressing up and wearing shoes that are too high and lipstick that is too red. I miss grabbing a drink in the lounge and perusing a menu and eating food that isn't prepared by me. I'm not saying HelloFresh replaces the fun of a good night out. I'm saying it's a great alternative when real life is a bit limiting. I don't have the ability to go on fabulous dates with my husband every weekend but I do crave the connection that comes from intentionally focusing some time and energy on the person I love. HelloFresh gives me the opportunity to nurture that connection without feeling like I'm adding one more thing on top of everything else I'm trying to do. 

{Disclosure: I received product in exchange for this review; all opinions stated are my own.}

Meal Plan 10/30/2017 - 11/03/2017

So here's the thing: it is very good timing for my family that this week is a HelloFresh week because otherwise they would be eating a lot of cereal for dinner. Do you ever feel done? Just...done? Like, no I cannot make one more meal, field one more request, hear one more complaint, listen to one more critique, navigate one more hours-long negotiation to try a ding dang new food, ETC. level of done? That's where I am. Done.


Monday: I pulled a bag of lentil soup out of the freezer to defrost for Meatless Monday. Don't like lentils? I don't care. Done. 

Tuesday: HelloFresh Tuesday!

Wednesday: HelloFresh Wednesday!

Thursday: HelloFresh Thursday!

Friday: Pancakes or pizza delivery or maybe I will take myself out on a solo sushi date. DONE.

What's on your meal plan this week? Or better yet, what's on your meal plan when you are DONE? (Don't tell me you never reach this level of done-ness; my heart can't take it.)


Nine years ago we stood in a sunbeam on the roof of an Irish pub and agreed to love and support each other through the good stuff, the rough stuff, and the in-between stuff. Nine years ago we had no idea the highs could be so high, or the lows could be so low, or the in-betweenies could be so perfectly mundane. 

There's no one I would rather sip icy gin and tonics with. There is no one I'd rather have backing me as we tackle Mount Laundry and negotiate with Tiny Dictators and dream big dreams and figure out thyroid bullshit and finally, for the love of tacos, clean the clutter off the mothercussin' kitchen counters once and for all. 

I love you but I also really like you. Thank you for nine beautiful years. Here's to many more.