Low Tide Notes | 0005

My one year wedding anniversary is Sunday, and my baby just turned 5 months on Tuesday. Don't do the math!!!

Feb 13, 2026

The view from our ceremony, kudos to Phil Porto, 2025

🌞 A happy Friday to you.

Can you believe we’re halfway through February? The month has gone by fast. The news cycle, fast. The roar of the highway, fast. Junie turning 5 months old, fast.

In an effort to slow down, I bought a wind chime, and I hung it up outside my office window. Unbeknownst to me, in doing so, I’ve also been welcomed into a community aiming to “spread harmony worldwide.”

Take a listen; this is me spreading some harmony with you.

My 1st year wedding anniversary is Sunday — and holy shi*

When people say marriage tests you and your spouse, they say that assuming you won’t throw a baby into the mix during the first year.

They say that thinking you might fight on a first class flight from Mallorca and you have to navigate not breaking up, or if one of you wasn’t quite honest about the number of student loans you have before you said your vows and you have to get real about money.

But a baby?

Woof. Let me tell you. A baby has to be the truest test of them all.

Jack and I hit our roughest patch when Joan’s four month regression was at its peak. Just off a week of hosting family for the holidays, just when Junie — and I — got RSV, just when my new boss started and my workload quadrupled.

We always almost bragged about our communication. We were the couple that conquered long distance and the pandemic all within a few months, the couple that combined our incomes before we were engaged.

But a baby?

It felt for a while that we lost touch as best friends. Life felt heavier to me, and I wasn’t sure how to get the lightness back.

We’ve thankfully gotten out of the regression, which means we’ve gotten more sleep, the miracle drug for feeling better mentally, physically and emotionally.

It’s a day at a time thing. And I’m grateful for our foundation; I don’t know where we’d be without it.

A year of major highs and some dark lows, we’re starting to feel us again.

Let me throw it back rq…

I never thought I’d be that girl that refers to her wedding as the best day of her life, but my wedding was fckn fun. The catamaran day in the middle of the Caribbean chucking beers into the water, dancing (more like jumping) for hours with my best friends and family all with the backdrop of a breathtaking view, the best man and women speeches that took down the house, looking across the bar to see my husband taking yet another shot while I was 100% sober because, oops, I was three months preg.

And because we hadn’t told anyone yet about our baby, we had a lot of “future family” talk in our vows. How we can’t wait to raise children together, watch each other become Mom and Dad.

I ended my snot- and tear-filled vows with the line, “I’m literally obsessed with you.”

Thank the Lord that I still am.