When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change

I am currently experiencing many sleepless nights and am incredibly moody as a result.  I apologize for the lack of quality blogging. Excuse the stream of consciousness below.

Ok, let's backtrack a bit. This stress is really compounded by a lot of things. Buying a effing house is the majority of it.  Though I usually function well in stressful situations, I need lots of recoup time.  If I have one stressful day, I need about 2-3 days to recoup.  Our offer was accepted on December 17th.  I haven't had a decent night of sleep since. And I won't have any until after we close.

Anyway, R and I are coming up on our second "1st anniversary."  I've put some pretty mushy stuff here on this blog that I would never admit to anyone in person.  I intend to keep it that way.  So I've decided to make us write letters to each other reflecting on our year.  I haven't made any grand plans other than dinner yet, but here's a excerpt of what my letter looks like:

Dear R,

They say that the first year of marriage is hard.  Though we're technically past our first year, this "anniversary" marks the end of our newlywed period.  And "they" were right, our year was incredibly difficult.  But I honestly don't think I could have done it with anyone else. 

Thank you for your continued patience and support for all the crazy things I do.  Thank you for sitting through the many family dramas and almost-imploding aftershocks.  Thank you for all the hugs and reassurances when my professional life hit an all-time low.  Thank you for understanding my need to pursue new opportunities when our timing couldn't have been any worse.  Thank you for trusting me in handling our "first home" purchase.

I love being married to you and I would relive our really bad year again if I had to.  Only if it's with you.

I bought an awesome card too.  It has two penguins sharing a blanket.  We technically met in middle school and our middle school mascot was a penguin.  Get it?  Haha, I make my own fun.

In other news, my birthday is coming up. I don't have a wishlist, I usually refer people to my husband. I suck at making list and my husband sucks at keeping track of what I want. So there.  I think I just want someone else to cook for me.  And for the house to close before my birthday.

The Lunar New Year is a few days before my birthday too. Not that I'm eligible to get any money.