You are my sunshine.

I loved Kent’s choice for our first dance song. It was special to him because it was a song he often played for me on his guitar, and also a duet by his two idols, Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan, and it was special to me for reasons he didn’t even remember.

The first time I went into his little cabin room at the woodland resort that we worked at the summer we first started dating, Kent was playing guitar and had his harmonica strapped over his face with some metal device. I thought it looked like the nerdiest thing and was impressed that he didn’t even seem embarassed by wearing it in front of a girl that he liked. I soon came to realize that the harmonica strap was to him as much a part of his face as his nose was. He was constantly playing his guitar that summer (still is), and one of the songs I remember him playing all the time was “You are my Sunshine.”

It made me smile that for the first couple months, before he ever said “I love you,” to me, he would skip the part of the song that goes “You’ll never know dear, how much I love you.” I loved that. To me, it made me feel like he was definitely singing it to me and not just for the sake of singing it. I never brought it up and to this day I exercise the same caution when Kent writes new songs and plays them to me. I just tell him that I love them (which is the truth) instead of asking a million questions about where in his head they are coming from. Because I know that if I was writing songs (or blog posts, or anything) that’s what I would want. And he and I are pretty similar (in our marriage preparation class the priest was shocked that we had the same results in all four personality quadrants. But that’s another story.)

In fact I’m totally veering from the original point of my blog, which is this. Lauren posted a wooden sign with the lyrics to our song on her tumblr recently, and I don’t know if she realized the significance of the song, but I loved it, although a little less when I saw the price: £230.00.

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(and a search on the awesome site where it came from, Rockett St George, brought me to this chair, which I think is more than a little bit awesome:)

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Today, on our one month “anniversary” of our marriage, I thought of the sign again and about how nice it would be to have it hanging in our home. I wondered if I could find a more affordable version on the one website that never lets me down. So, I searched Etsy.  Turns out, we could cover our whole house, ourselves, and our future children in “You are my Sunshine” paraphenalia if we wanted to! (Which, we don’t, I might add.)

Anyways, these are some of my favourites:

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Best of all? I could have had this themed garter!

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So, which one is your favourite? Should I hold off for the wooden sign or settle for one of the others?

Annnd we're married!

The big day has come and gone, and it could not have gone better! There was of course, the few hiccups that just made the day more unique and special. For example, the priest forgot to bring a pen for us to sign the registar, and to go into the back room with us on the altar ready to sign while everyone stared at us in confusion. He still could not find one in the back, and had to ask the congregation and finally borrow one from Kent’s dad, who is famous for only wearing shirts with front pockets so he can hold all of his pens. Priceless.

The weather turned out way better than I could have ever hoped for, amazing for a summer famous for nonstop rain (the chance of rain for the day all week was 0%! I didn’t even look out the window right when I woke up because I was that sure that it would be perfect.) The tent looked beautiful, the farmer left the wheat in the field which bordered all sides of the yard, and the night ended with a crazy fun and wild dance party, just me and Kent’s style! Our dj was wonderful and stayed for longer than we’d booked him for. It pays to hire friends of friends to do these types of things for you!

Buuuut, since I don’t have my pictures back quite yet, I’ll stop talking about the wedding and start talking about the honeymoon! We  spent our first day and night in Los Angeles, then spent twelve days in the Hawaiian islands of Kauai and Maui. It was a completely amazing vacation and I still miss it every day!

Here are a few pictures and a few highlights!

We didn’t have time for much in LA except a quick tour of Hollywood boulevard, Rodeo Drive, and the beach. We rented bikes and biked from Santa Monica Pier to Venice Beach, because, well, we didn’t have time to walk it! Kent made fun of me because the bike I rented was SO squeaky which he thought was a pretty typical thing to happen to me. Whatever, it was the only one with a basket!

Now in Kauai! (It always takes me at least three tries to spell that, even after being there.) The guidebooks told us to try shave ice at Jo Jo’s. It’s an amazing Hawaiian dessert made by shaving a huge rotating chunk of ice and then flavouring it with whatever you choose. I loved it and had it many times during the trip!

On our last day in Kauai we treated ourselves to a helicopter ride! I love Kent’s hair in this shot.

Before take off! We both got really motion sick on the helicopter and Kent even had his “Aloha bag” out (which is forever what I will call barf bags and you should too!) but thankfully for the rest of the passengers on board, didn’t have to use it. After the flight we just collapsed on the ground for a while then had to go for recovery drinks, although we had “happy hour” drinks every day, come to think of it. You Americans love your happy hour! Kent says it’s just as popular here, but I don’t believe him. If every bar/restaurant here had amazing drink deals every afternoon I’m sure I’d do a lot more afternoon drinking!

The Napali cliffs… nothing more beautiful than a helicopter ride in Kauai. I learned on this ride about a group of waterfalls called the “Five Sisters Waterfalls.” So neat!

Kent fell in love with snorkelling. It was like being inside an aquarium, way cooler than I expected!

Ohh, just a new friend we shared a plane ride with! Kent told everyone back home that he was going to Hawaii to meet Dog the Bounty Hunter so it could not have been more hilarious that he actually did meet him! Dog’s response to Kent asking for a picture? “Okay, ready, shoot.” He was no-nonsense! But it was really great of him to pose for pictures with a bunch of people while trying to get to his luggage.

We took a boat ride to Molokini crater and another Hawaiian island, Lanai, for some amazing snorkelling. The boat was awesome, they served us breakfast and lunch, the crew was so fun, and it had an open bar! We went with the Pacific Whale Foundation, which I definitely recommend.

Kent’s sister and her husband bought us a bike trip down the crater in Maui as a wedding gift! We were driven to the top of the crater on a bus and then we biked down. It was really cool and a bit scary with all of the hairpin turns. I loved the views from this spot, with the sheep in the field and the ocean in the background.

Of course we had to go to a luau! The food was amazing, especially this pig which was cooked underground. We ate with a cute newlywed couple across the table from us who were from Utah.

We went all out on the last night since we cooked/picnicked almost all of our meals on the trip and went to the nicest restaurant we could find. It was SO worth it, one look at this picture can probably tell you why. I love that Kent is a chef and trips to nice restaurants always feel a bit like research.

That’s it for the pictures, although I have many more that you can see if you have me on facebook. Here’s a few side stories that the pictures don’t tell, for the people who have seen all of these already:

1. Kent bought a speargun our first day in Maui from a super great local guy at a surf shop. He gave Kent a flier with the best places to spearfish which quickly became our bible. We found that the fish in Maui weren’t quite as plentiful as in Kauai and they were smarter, so he never did catch one but man did he love going out with that spear. He has always loved fishing but has definitely caught the fishing bug since returning from Hawaii.

2. On the flight from LA to Hawaii, there was a contest to figure out exactly when we’d hit the halfway point, keeping in mind wind speed and all this other stuff that went right over my head. Guess what? Kent won! Luck was on our side this entire honeymoon. When they announced his name on the plane I laughed so hard… and I was the only one that clapped, along with maybe two other people. The prize was a Hawaiian cd which became our soundtrack for the trip every time we drove (which was a lot.) After a few days this song was basically on repeat the whole time. Listening to it brings me right back! 

3. I’d never heard this before the trip, but in Hawaii people kept asking me why I had a Hawaiian name (Micaela). After thinking about it, we realized that Hawaiian words are full of vowels, and m, c (and k), and l are common consonants. That’s probably why I loved all the Hawaiian words so much and our drives often consisted of us repeating our favourite Hawaiian words over and over again. (“Lahaina!” “Haleakala!”)

I’m glad we had such an awesome honeymoon even if it means that our trips for the next year or two will be nonexistent (well, they should be anyways!) Posts to come on the wedding and on married life, which is pretty great. Last night Kent surprised me by picking me up on my walk home from work and had a picnic packed and we had dinner by the lake! Really though, nothing has changed since we still live in the same apartment together, except that we laugh every time we say “husband” or “wife.”

Micaela and Kent- August 15, 2009

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Bridesmaids Michelle and Michelle!

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Off to get pictures taken and then to the church!

Sisterly connections and unbirthdays.

Thing number one:

While the premise of our blog is us as sisters, I’ve noticed that we write about our individual lives, which naturally include each other as our lives intersect and we see each other often, but never about our relationships with each other specifically. I imagine that people might find it hard to believe that we are actually friends and don’t all secretly dislike each other, because I’m sure I’d be thinking the same thing - five girls? How can they actually all get along?

Well, as any sister to a sister knows well, the sister connection goes much deeper than things like “getting along.” We do, and we don’t, and then we forget that we ever didn’t.

Sometimes, there are moments that make me appreciate the sister connection that much more, and this is one of them:

Leah was visiting Toronto today, and while I was at work she texted me saying:

“I am at the one size fits all store!” (this is a clothing store I was telling her about last week, saying nothing about it except everything in it was one size.)

I texted back: “There was only one thing I really liked there, a shirt with a big flower on the front.”

Leah shows up at my door wearing the shirt she bought, before I texted her saying that I liked it:

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Yes, we can go shopping in the biggest city in Canada, wind up in the same store, and fall in love with the same shirt. If that isn’t a sisterly connection, well then I don’t know what is!

Thing number two:

I walked into my living room after work today (while giving Leah a tour) to see this:

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I actually had to read the card that came with it in order to remember what the occasion was – turns out, it’s my unbirthday!

The summer Kent and I started dating, we worked at a camp and I wrote down my birthdate wrong on some form at some point- I wrote 08/11 instead of 11/08. So on August 11, everyone at the camp was wishing me a happy birthday and I was so confused!  Kent even had the camp baker bake me a little cake and gave it to me, after which I had to explain to him that it wasn’t my birthday at all.

You can’t really tell from this picture of a picture, but it was actually a little four layer cake. Impressive!:

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Funnily enough, all summer long we had been randomly singing the song from Alice in Wonderland: “A very merry unbirthday, to you, to you… etc.” So we were excited to actually be able to sing the song in context after determining that it must be my unbirthday.

Good job Kent, for remembering this little holiday.

And, the best part of the present? A little pre-emptive, but adorable nonetheless:

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Loves, ten days, and Tuesday night.

There are ten days left until the wedding and I am a busy but un-stressed bride. Just getting everything finished up this week, and getting excited for the bachelorette party this weekend (which all five blondes will be attending!)

Here are a few things – wedding related and not, that I’m loving in my life lately – in picture form! Ten things, in honour of the ten days.

1. Braids:

2. Surprise Dutch ice cream shops (second only to my newest love, ice cream trucks.):
3. Wedding DIY messes:

4. My day-after-hair-trial curls:

5. Mid-day smiles and laughter layin around with this fellow:

And the loves that have no pictures attached to them:

6. The picnic on the lake I’m planning for us tomorrow night. Any picnic preparing tips you can give me?

7. The fact that Kent and I have become ”that couple” that runs together, maps out runs on mapmyrun.com, and discusses our runs in detail if we ran separately that day.

8. My wedding shower from this past weekend, everyone who attended, and making my house lovely with all of my wonderful gifts.

9. That Miss Leah will be here in just a few days! I will allow her to stay in Calgary as long as she continues to visit us three times a year (and as long as I can get out there once a year.)

10. THE HONEYMOON! We’re going right away (because we are romantic like that), to Maui and Kaui, stopping in LA for one night along the way. I. can’t. wait!

Your turn! What are you loving? Top ten things!

Always, Sometimes, and Never (take two)

I always:

  • sleep with my arms above my head even and one knee bent.
  • laugh at least once before getting out of bed in the morning.
  • Take the side streets to look at the nice houses around me and imagine the version of my life where I stay in the city (as opposed to the country version, seaside version, and foreign country version.)
  • watch Real Housewives every night.  
  • save my tip money in a big jar every day for some unknown future purpose.
  • drink apple juice every day.

I sometimes:

  • wish that I was more carefree about my direction in life. And sometimes the opposite.
  • spend an hour sitting in front of the mirror braiding my hair.
  • drink too much tequila, and it’s never my friend. Well, maybe it’s more like a frenemy.

I never:

  • want to see the movie, even if I loved the book (especially if I loved the book.)
  • comment on blogs, even though I enjoy getting comments on mine. 
  • get tired of alone time.
  • bake anything other than sweet marie bars. (If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it…)
  • leave Forever 21 without at least trying something on, and usually purchasing something. For instance, today.

Micaela Tuesday: Long Live Dragon Baby!

I’ve gotten some requests to blog about this story so here goes!

I’m not much of an animal lover but I have some serious love for my cat, Dragon Baby. I’ve had him for about five years, although he lives on the farm with my parents. I was visiting for a couple days and yesterday my dad came in the house to see me and asked, “Have you seen Dragon Baby lately?” Turns out he had seen an orange cat resembling mine that had been hit by a car down the road. So of course I looked for Dragon throughout the house and didn’t see him anywhere. I hopped on a bike and very nervously biked down the road. As I got closer and closer the cat looked more and more like Dragon. I got off my bike, looked closer and sure enough it looked exactly like him. Sadly, I biked back home and told my dad the sad news, and we drove the truck over to pick up his body.

My dad took a look at him and agreed that he looked an awful lot like Dragon.  We brought the body home and dad started digging a grave. We talked about my cat and how wonderful he was (well, I did, dad said things like “Dragon was a real whiny cat!”), and I thought about how he followed us around on Erica’s wedding day and how I had been looking forward to that on my wedding day, and now it wouldn’t happen.

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I went inside to get my mom to tell her the sad news and to come outside for the funeral, when strangely enough, Leah called. She loved Dragon too so she was very saddened by the news. I talked to her as we laid Dragon’s body in the ground and covered it with dirt.

After the funeral, my mom and Katelyn’s husband Scott both mentioned that for various reasons they weren’t convinced that the cat had been Dragon. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up at the front door,” said my mom. Dad and I both told her she was wrong. The thing is, mom doesn’t even like cats and doesn’t pay attention to either Dragon Baby or their other cat.

But sure enough, half an hour later as my mom was fitting my wedding dress on me (I know, but I had to move on with my life), Scott called out, “Mic? Come here.” I did.. and guess who was at the front door? DRAGON! Happiest moment of my life. I ran outside and scooped him up, and said I was going to find dad to show him. Scott and my mom thought the situation was hilarious and didn’t want to miss dad’s reaction so they came along. He was suitably shocked.

So now we have an orange cat that is definitely not ours buried in the backyard. I guess I need to go home more often and look at Dragon a little more closely. Sorry, Dragon.

Micaela Tuesday: In love with a dress.

I found this dress at Forever 21, my first purchase from the store since it hasn’t been in Toronto for very long. At 5’8″ and no longer nineteen, I found most of their dresses indecently short which is sad because they are just so gosh darn cute and cheap. However I found this one hiding alone in a corner and I loved how it is plain but subtly cute. The kind of dress you can throw on anytime, for any reason and it never lets you down. At $22.90, I really couldn’t go wrong. I knew before I tried it on that it would be my next great love.

60 day countdown update.

This morning, Kent called for me and I walked into the living room to find him trimming the edges on the maps that will go in our wedding invites. He asked me how I wanted it done and I showed him. A few minutes later I looked at how he was doing and the edges around the border were all different sizes, just not right. “It doesn’t have to be perfect,” he said. I replied, “If you’re not going to do it perfectly, can you not do it at all, because I would rather just do it myself.” He laughed at me and fixed them. I’m trying not to be an anal bride, but it’s hard sometimes…

My friend Amanda came over today and, like any friend of mine who has walked through these doors in the past couple weeks (thanks Jen and Larissa!) she got roped into helping with invites. We had one setback when the postie told us that mayyyybe our rsvps would go through the mail as postcards with just regular stamps, but really we should put them in envelopes or double the stamp value on them. We went for envelopes. I really don’t want to risk all my rsvps being lost in the mail or sent back to the senders. Disaster! But overall I am very very happy with them and excited to get them sent out, hopefully tomorrow! I love being so involved in making them and am starting to decide what my next project will be. Favors, I think.

Our stag and doe is June 27th (our three year anniversary!) near London, Ontario. So if you live in the area we would love to see you there! Let us know if you need more details. My bridesmaids, family and Kent recognized my high stress level about it from my post two weeks ago and are being super helpful. Sometimes I try to do things all on my own and I forget that I have so many people willing to help. I remember last year my boss saying to me on one of my reviews, ”You never ask for help!”  I guess it’s my tragic flaw.

I leave you with a beautiful photo that I found on Lauren’s tumblr, which I reposted on my tumblr. We my need to replicate this at our wedding reception.

That perfect book.

I don’t often find books or authors that I fall in love with completely and wholeheartedly. It is even more rare that I find a book that keeps my eyes filled with tears and a smile on my face the whole way through, or a book that makes me breathe more deeply and think more clearly and read more slowly so I don’t miss a single word.

But recently I read Love Walked In by Marisa De Los Santos and it fit into every one of these categories and then some. It was the kind of book that took over my life for a couple days, and all I ever wanted to be doing was reading it. I remember at one point leaving my room to get something to eat and thinking for a moment, “I can’t leave, I don’t want to miss anything,” before I remembered that it was a book, not a movie or real life. I had to take it with me everywhere and have a pen with me to mark my favourite lines. After finishing it I lent it to my roommate Jen, and she loved it so much that she asked me to read it out loud to her while she drove us for two hours back to our hometown. I did, stopping only when something struck us and we just had to discuss the pure amazingness that is every word of Marisa De Los Santos’ writing. It made me so happy when Jen said she couldn’t return the book right away, because she needed to read it a second time.

Right now I’m reading the sequel to Love Walked In, Belong to Me and I’m happy to report that it meets the incredibly high expectations that I had for it. Here’s a quote from it:

Chicken Soup for the Soul. You’ve heard of these books, am I right? We’ve all heard of them. But I wonder if you’re aware just how many Chicken Soup books exist on the planet. No offense, but I doubt it. I doubt it because in the time that it would take you to come up with a number, the number would have become obselete. Even as you read this, in some quiet, fecund place, another Chicken Soup book is being born.

I’ve never actually opened up one of these books, but I have a soft spot in my heart for the supposition underlying the series: that souls are highly specific, that they come in a multiplicity of shapes and permutations, that one cannot assume that what heals the NASCAR soul would do diddly for the horse lover’s soul.

The stories themselves are captivating, but what gets me is the way the author takes something completely ordinary and twists it into something completely wonderful. And she keeps doing that, over and over and over again. If you are always on the hunt for that perfect book, these just may be it. Read them (read Love Walked In first) and get back to me. And if you have a recommendation for my next book, please let me know.