before and after.

happy weekend.

it's finally here. yippee!

i am embracing this weekend like no other.

the heavens opened up:

i don't have school or dance today.

  what!? this never happens. i mean never. 

a big thanks to cesar chavez- you're the reason we don't have school.

lovebird got the night off work, which means date night! finally.

and it's conference weekend. what could be better? 

nothing, i tell you.

so... lately i've been thinking about life before and after lovebird.

it's kind of strange how easily you adapt when you are instantly 

immersed in the ways of someone else's life.

some or small things. and some are big. 

here are the small ones: 

before i met lovebird:

1. i never flossed my teeth. not once. never, i repeat.

{no cavities either! knock on wood.}

2. i showered just once a day. like a normal person.

3. i didn't eat my veggies. in fact, i hated them.

4. i drove a stick shift car. 

{technically i still do}

5. i said my prayers alone at night.

6. i drank milk. and lots of it.

7. i didn't have a worry in the world about strangers.

8. living on my own was lonesome and boring.

9. i knew nothing about jewish people or bulgarians. 

10. i never cracked my knuckles.

after i met lovebird:

1. i floss my teeth nightly. can't miss a night or i feel gross.

2. i shower twice a day. 

because now i realize, i probably should after dancing 6 hours. whoops!

 lovebird is an insane clean freak when it comes to showering.

3. i eat more veggies than carbs {my beloved bread} now.

i crave those green things. 

4. i drive his car more than my own.

"the white night". it's automatic, and i love it.

5. we say our prayers together. always.

6. we don't buy milk. period.

lovebird is lactose intolerant.

we do however, guzzle almond milk. yum.

7. i am now aware and somewhat paranoid about "strangers".

i am reminded the world isn't as safe as i dream it to be.

especially where i live. 

8. life is full of companionship.

every adventure is together now matter how big or small. 

9. i now love his jewish background.

and i now love the people of bulgaria as if i knew them like he does.

10. cracking my knuckles is a daily ritual. 

shame on me. 

i love that i've integrated his ways into my ways.

after all, what's his is mine. and what's mine is his.

hope you have a lovely weekend yourself.

and i'm curious... is there anything you do or don't do now

that you life with your prince charming? 

xoxo