Blast from the Past

I’m back – I swear this time!

I know it has been soooo long since my last update. I always say I will continue to post when I finally start to write. And well I might put up a few posts – and then I get into the habit of not updating again. This time, I am very serious though. Things have finally started to calm down in my crazy life, and I really need this outlet.

Well, where to start?  Here is a little preview of what is to come:

I moved

Got Married

Got a New Job

Am completely out of my comfort zone

I think the best way to get it all out there is to do a series of flashback segments. I went ahead and took a look back on my last posts – I left off with: 10 reasons to love dating a medical school student.

So let’s just start there:

Flashback #1img_1118-1

April 16, 2016

It was blizzarding. I mean really snowing. This isn’t he kind of snow that comes down sweetly gracing your cheek. This is the kind of snow that hits you like tiny knives and tries to blow your whole body over. I mean, where I live this is no surprise that we would get that much snow in all actuality, but in April? Common?

It was a good friend’s wedding day, to make matters better or worse – however you look at it (some people like a white wedding). Future Dr. B and I got all dressed up in our best wedding wear. He was wearing his new suit only worn during residency interview season and I got out of the car with my high heels perching me just above the snow mounds. Perfect!

Next came the Ceremony – and it was just beautiful. It was one of those enchanting ceremonies in a very elaborate Catholic church, with beautiful music, beautiful scenery, and all this love. I mean – could it really be any better? Snow storm and all, it was one of those moments where you can really just repaint the beauty in the mind better than any words can describe.

I looked over at Future Dr. B right when our friends started to say their vows. I couldn’t help but start to picture what our next few months were going to look like. We were getting married less than two months later, medical school graduation and moving was somewhere in that mix as well. This was a scary/exciting time for us, and I felt like this wedding helped stir up all those fuzzy feelings. The deep deep ones.

The mid-April snow shower during a spring wedding was the perfect metaphor of what was to come, in hindsight. Was it a calm before the storm or ice over a spring scene? A chilling beauty was evoked by the snowflakes gracing the ground around the church just as a beautiful bride exited with her new groom.

The only thing I could think of at the time was “I really hope that it doesn’t snow in June.” Brides are vain like that, what can I say? What I really wish is that I would have just absorbed the loveliness of the moment. I should have noticed the details of her dress or shared in the love of the newly married couple as I spent time with Future Dr. B before our lives turned upside down. (That is probably flashback number 3 or 4 though).

Sitting at the reception with our friends, laughing and sharing a delicious meal, I really think I probably should have just let it soak in. I didn’t really think the next and last time I would really being seeing a lot of these friends was at our own wedding, after which we would be immediately moving to a new place. I also didn’t really think about how nuts the next few months were going to get on both of us, our lives, relationship and really the test that was to come.


I do remember one part of the night that I was really in the moment. It was “our” song on the dance floor and Future Dr. B had just gotten another drink. I took it from his hand and set it on the table, grabbing his arm to dance. He did so ever so sweetly, even if there was some reluctance as he watched us walk away from his newly poured old-fashioned. The sweet tune of Elvis Presley was in the background, singing about fools rushing into love. We definitely weren’t rushing this one, 7 years of a relationship later and a few months away from our own marriage. We slowly swayed to the song and I was getting ever more excited about our own wedding as I felt Brendan near to me dancing in the moment himself. We were dancing for a minute, maybe two, when the DJ changed up the song. Just in that moment, all of the medical school friends swarmed the dance floor. Future Dr. B joined them as quickly as he had started to dance with me, joyously shouting their favorite medical school bar tune. I walked back to the table to watch, smiling slightly as I sat down. I took a big sip from Future Dr. B’s drink and enjoyed the people watching.

That is just what it is like being in a relationship with a medical student soon to be medical professional -right?img_1122