Yesterday, Bryce and I celebrated 26 years of marriage. It seems like a long time, and I'm choosing to not think of us as old so much as having gotten married very young (23). I made a sweet little bouquet in a vintage teacup (mug?) that a friend gave me because it's about a "Farmers Promise." It's actually very sweet and I love that it mentions flowers, fruits and chickens. I thought to put our anniversary bouquet in a farmers mug would be appropriate since buying this farm has been on of the bigger things we've done in our marriage (besides our children and moving states).
Earlier today, I posted a few pictures on our instagram and I had to chuckle because they looked so sweet but it didn't even come close to describing our day that was a bit of a disaster. It was the epitome of instagram vs reality! Bryce learned early in the day that he had Covid, once again. Thus, our evening plans were ruined as well as our weekend plans. I was so angry about the whole thing, not at him because it wasn't his fault, but rather at Covid in general. Also, one whole side of my face is covered in what I can only guess is poison ivy. So that's no fun. I did make a celebratory pavlova that was supposed to be eaten family style but with Bryce having to keep his distance that didn't happen. It was still good though!



























