11 years ago, I married my college sweetheart.
For someone who writes romance-themed books, itās funny to think of our courtship outlined in plot points: The meet-cute, getting to know each other, falling in love, the obstacles we overcame to get to our happy ending.
But getting married is only the beginning. Google anything about staying married and you'll get a mishmash of advice involving dinner reservations and gift ideas (usually accompanied with an affiliate link).
That's not to say those things aren't importantāwe've certainly done our fair share. But lately, what I admire most about my husband is his commitment to health and fitness. Any minute heās not playing with our daughter, he spends exercising and meal preppingāusually a (boring-to-me) medley of ground turkey, broccoli, and brown rice.
There are good reasons wellness is so important to him: A family history of drug abuse and obesity; a cancer diagnosis before the age of 30; a desire to witness our daughter's eventual transition into adulthood. Except this is how he tackles everything in lifeāwith laser-like focus. By the time he turned 27, he was running a six-figure business, getting his masterās degree, AND writing a commercially published book. Yes, all at the same time š®
So todayās newsletter is dedicated to Matt. Even if I wasnāt married to you, Iād still be in awe of your work ethic. Thank you for loving me, and showing our daughter what it means to be a man of accountability and integrity. Hereās to the next 11 (hopefully more!) years š„
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What Iām reading š Bronze Drum by Phong Nguyen. Iāve been lusting after this historical fiction novel for months and finally, pub day arrived! Now Iām mad my parents never told me anything about the Trung sisters, who led an all-female army against the Han Chinese in 40 A.D. and gave Vietnam its first taste of independence. I mean, just read the first line and tell me youāre not intrigued:
What Iām streaming āÆ My husband reminded me that we have a wedding trailer! (Password is: sophia) If you watch the full 17 minutes, see if you can spot the Easter eggs:
What Iām cooking š©š»āš³ My daughter is obsessed with the Sesame Street cooking tutorials, and these cauliflower mac & cheese bites caught my eyeāsuper easy to swap for dairy-free milk and cheeses and as long as the stove is on low, she was able to stir the pot. Too bad I'm the only one who liked them š¤£ Considering my husband is on a cut diet again (See above), I can use all the carbs I can get.
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Happy (almost) Fall Readerļ»æ,
Sophia :) ļ»æ
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