Saturday, March 31, 2007

Wedding Photos 2

More wedding photographs from groomsman James Sherk.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Wedding Photos

One of Keith's friends recently provided these photos from the wedding. Enjoy!

If any of you have photos from the wedding or events surrounding the wedding, would you please provide us digital copies? We will treasure them. And, we look forward to showing you the professional shots you as soon as we hear from our photographer.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Debut in the Big Apple

“Real” life began with a delightful bang last Monday morning! We arrived at JFK airport after double red-eye flights, the first from Maui to Phoenix and then, after an eight-hour visit with my family, the second from Phoenix to New York.

Monday: Shopping Bonanza
Mr. Miller’s younger brother and former roommate, Paul, had blessed us by moving his stuff out even though his new apartment burned down the week of the wedding. Both he and Mr. Miller had prepared the apartment especially to be welcome and clean for me.

However, by the time we unloaded our suitcases and opened packages of gift, the apartment had lapsed into some disorder. In

reaction to the stress, I suggested shopping. Thus commenced a four-hour trip to Target where we purchased two cart’s worth of stuff from our registry. My husband made local Target history by managing to move one of their special magnetized carts outside of the building. As the young sales associate who ran after him as he pushed the brimming cart along the street yelled, “Mister, you can’t do that! You shouldn’t be able to do that!”

NOTE: we are currently sleeping on the twin bed pictured.

Tuesday: Home Bound
Mr. Miller had class all day. I stayed home to clean and organize the house and wait for the post office to bring my packages of winter clothes. There was snow on the ground outside and all I had was resort wear for Maui in my bag. I also discovered that I had failed to remove my wallet from Mr. Miller’s backpack so I was stranded at home with only a little loose change. The man at the corner hot dog stand seemed indifferent to my halter-top and nickels. He awarded me this:

My winter clothes did not arrive. But Mr. Miller negotiated the disposal of our growing pile of old furniture and boxes with the landlord.

Paul joined us that night for the first cooked meal in our new home.
Served: Southwestern Chicken and Black Bean Burritos from Classic Rachael Ray 30-Minute Meals.
Verdict: Decent but needs more seasoning.

Wednesday: Mail!
We woke early to haul trash, boxes, a bed, and a large futon down two flights of stairs to the sidewalk. Mr. Miller attended class all-day while I cleaned the house and walked a couple miles to pick up four boxes of clothes at the Brooklyn post office. Coats! Sweaters! Joy!

We dined that night before going to care group.
Served: "Commander" Tim's Submarine Chili from The Ultimate Chili Book
Verdict: Home Run!

Thursday: Shopping Bonanza II
Because Mr. Miller did not have class, we joined forces for another Target run (we avoided carts) before landing at Crate & Barrel and The Container Store. The Container Store is a heavenly haven for detail-oriented people. (Special shout-out to Mom and Andrea!). An article about living in small spaces in Blueprint inspired me to buy matching boxes for storing some of our smaller items and papers above the kitchen cabinets. Mr. Miller approves of the look so we’re going to buy more.

Strategic Purchase of the Day: a queen-sized bed frame.

Friday: Shopping Bonanza III
Mr. Miller secured the loan of the church mini-van, provided we unloaded a billion pounds of sound equipment before driving it and reloading said poundage upon return. The payoff was well worth the labor. We drove the van out to the Long Island IKEA. From cinnamon rolls to chests-of-drawers, that store treated us well. We emerged several hours later with all kinds of treasures. Before heading back to The City, we purchased a mattress.

But the day was just beginning. We had to maneuver this sofa up these stairs.

Saturday: Work and Play

We woke up sore. Undeterred, we assembled IKEA furniture all-day with a short break to take me to get a haircut. I finally have bangs!

That night, we attended the Barrister’s Ball at Columbia. I wore vintage Elie Tahari with a beaded bag from a boutique in pre-flood New Orleans. Mr. Miller wore a suit. The event was like prom except for the open bar and the extra lines on the faces. We had a glorious time visiting with Mr. Miller’s law school friends and dancing until the early hours of Sunday morning!

Sunday: A Day of "Firsts"
Today was our first time at church as a married couple. (Toby gave an excellent exposition of Ephesians 5:25-33). It was also the first time I’ve seen Mr. Miller play the bass. (He played in the worship band). And, it was the first time we used our mini charcoal grill.

Served: Blue Moon Burgers from Classic Rachael Ray 30-Minute Meals.
Verdict: Excellent, but only if you like blue cheese.

The Honeymoon Skinny

And that is all you're getting on that topic!

After the ceremony, reception, and photographs, Mr. Miller whisked me off to La Hermosa Inn, a local resort that authentically embraces all the beauty of the Arizona desert. We dined that night at Lon's.

The next morning, we overslept. Short of Mr. Miller's daring maneuvers at the airport including cutting over 50 people in line, we would have never boarded our plane to Las Vegas. No, that is not where he took me for the honeymoon! It was just our layover to Maui. ::grin::

For the next six days, we
  • slept,
  • swam in the ocean,
  • picnicked on the beach,
  • slept on the beach (see below)

  • built a sandfortress (no castles for us),
  • watched movies (Hitch, Fever Pitch, The Maltese Falcon, Thank You for Smoking),
  • read (Evangelicals in the Public Square, Total Truth, The New York Times Magazine, and Blueprint--the subscription to which was a wedding gift from Mr. Miller), and
  • discussed the first two chapters of Genesis and brainstormed ideas of how to implement a pre-Industrial Revolution model of the family in our home.
Our condo had a kitchen so Mr. Miller indulged my long-suppressed home-maker sentiments and allowed me to cook for him frequently. We enjoyed all our breakfasts on our back patio overlooking the beach.

Our Condo (we stayed on the 8th floor)

Breakfast is Served

The Eager Eater

Mr. Miller also tutored me in college basketball. We made a NCAA bracket and watched portions of several games. Go Wisconsin! (So, our bracket didn't work out very well...)

We dined our final night at an open-air restaurant in Lahaina. We enjoyed mai tais, fresh Ahi tuna, crab cakes, sweet peas, and many, many kisses!

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Introductory Blog

Welcome to the record of the “goings-on” of our first year of marriage. You may be wondering why the blog link is titled, “Henry Street Burrow.” The first part refers to the dreamy street we live on in Brooklyn. The second part requires more explanation.

Last fall, Mr. Miller explained to me that although our address is not “NY, NY” we still technically live in New York City. The City, evidently, is divided into five boroughs: The Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, and Staten Island. (Indeed, the City is sometimes referred to as the Five Boroughs).

Upon the mention of boroughs, I exclaimed, “Wow, so we’re like little rabbits holed up comfortably in our little cozy burrow of Brooklyn! How romantic!”

Mr. Miller responded, “No, you’re thinking of burrows. These are boroughs.”

borough: a section of a city having authority over local matters.
borrow: a hollow place dug in the earth by an animal, usually for shelter, refuge, or to rear young.

The blog title protests this distinction!