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first year

One year ago, on a warm July morning, I woke up incredibly early to walk the beach.

early at the beach

A few hours later I arrived in Rowley, Massachusetts, where a houseful of beloved women bustled.

Nana Todd

beloved women bustlingMy mom and aunt Lisa sat on the couch finishing my sash while the rest of us put on make-up and jewelry.

team sash


precious sis-in-law

Soon I was walking toward the man I love, and the air around us fairly sparkled with the love of our friends and our family.

down the aisle

the man I love

We had such a delicious time. I didn’t want it to be “the happiest day of my life” or expect anything remotely resembling perfection. Still, I couldn’t have dreamed up a more beautiful wedding day.

better than I could've dreamed

with our nieces and nephew

wedding day

Three weeks later, we moved to Kansas. Neither of us had planned on living in the Midwest, but all signs pointed toward Wichita, and so we set forth.

ready to go

The second night of our journey, we got stuck in traffic in Tennessee. The hours we sat together that night foreshadowed the year ahead. We would meet frustration. We would come to the end of our strength. We would hold each other’s hands. We would take pictures of the cat.

exhausted in Tennessee

the cat

In Wichita, David faced a hulking giant of a school system that scarcely saw his gifts, much less empowered him. By the second day of school, we were telling each other, “It’s just a year. We only have to make it through the year.”

I spent our time in Wichita surrendering my plan for my life. Let’s just say it wasn’t what I’d planned on.

The wind is among the first things you notice when you come to live in Kansas. It’ll tangle your hair in seconds flat; it’ll swerve your bicycle or push back when you run against it. Over a long autumn and dark winter, the winds provided an appropriate soundtrack for the storms spinning within us.


When we look back on the first year of our marriage, we’ll talk about Wichita. We’ll tell stories of the friends we made and the expectations we laid down.





girls group

Tera and me

We sorely missed our friends in Massachusetts. (I can’t imagine how I would have made it if I hadn’t been flying back once a month for yoga teacher training.) Still, there’s something to be said for a honeymoon year: without our usual social engagements, we spent many quiet evenings reading aloud, playing cribbage, or watching Mad Men.

reading aloud

Last week I sat on the empty floor of our apartment, listening to the wind and thinking about all that we were leaving behind.

empty floor

We sold my 14-year-old car to a friend who rides his bike everywhere but wants a car for the occasional longer trip. Perfect.

selling the car to Brent

We dumped a trash can full of Gus fur by the river for the birds. We figured it would make good nest lining.

Gus fur by the river

We gave away furniture that wouldn’t fit in our two big U-boxes. I hugged a beloved old hutch and said goodbye.

bye, beloved hutch

More than the things we let go, I considered the anxiety that bubbled up in me over our months in this apartment. I remembered the tears I shed and how often I felt like a prisoner within my own fretful mind.

Some seasons of life fill us, and some empty us. For David and I both, this first year of marriage was a year of emptying. I look back on July 2013 and recall the dreams I carried within me as I walked down the aisle toward a new life. In one way or another, each of those dreams has squirmed free of my clutching fingers.

full of dreams

Now we’re on our way home to Massachusetts. I’m grateful that I gave up worrying about our return before either of us landed our new teaching jobs. I’m grateful that I’ve given up worrying in general. (I occasionally worry that I’ll start worrying again, but then I catch myself and have to laugh.)

We linger in Omaha for one more long visit with family. Without question, time with the Draper clan has been the sweetest blessing of our months in the Midwest.

Draper clan

time with family

red, white, and beloved



story time

play time

hike day

Last night we lit paper lanterns and danced with sparklers. Every year of our marriage will end with lights filling the sky, but this year we celebrated the 4th in a state where fireworks are legal. It was a rollicking good time.






shine on

I gaze at my precious husband and wonder what our second year of marriage will bring. Without the grounding force of David in my life, I can’t imagine how I would have withstood this year’s winds. I think of the hardest days in Wichita, and I know that not a single one of them passed without songs, silly dances, and laughter.

Marriage is not a springboard to happily-ever-after, but a threshold to deeper growth. And in our case, a lot of silly dances. Here’s to the first year.

first silly dance of our marriage

one year in


6 thoughts on “first year”

  1. Happy anniversary, loves! So glad I got to share the very beginning and a bit of the middle of that year with you, and looking forward to visiting again soon when you get settled in!

  2. Happy Anniversary Hannah and David! I cant wait to run into you on the North shore soon, XOXO.

  3. Dearest Hannah, I loved reading your latest blog, and then recognizing the hutch in your photo. That hutch lived for many hears in my grandparents’ home in Philadelphia, then for a number of years on their sunny porch in Wildwood, NJ. It then made its way to Newtown Square, PA prior to taking residence in our breakfast room in Havertown. When we no longer needed that hutch, we gave it to some lovely friends who lived in a cute apartment on Brookline Blvd, before they took it to Massachusetts. I had no idea that it traveled with you to Beverly, and then of all places, Wichita, KS. And now it has gone on an adventure with yet another person. What a life it has led. I love knowing it has been with you and made you happy. It was fun to recognize it in the photo. I hope it continues to be a beloved piece of furniture and make people happy. Love you! Judy T.

  4. It’s ALL about who you are with, isn’t it? So glad you have each other. Happy Anniversary again Hannah- and we are ALL looking forward to reuniting as you come back to our coast again!

  5. Thanks for sharing. Hopefully you won’t regret the experience in Kansas. You know, we had your experience but in reverse. 32 years ago we spent the first 20 months of marriage on the east coast, and then moved back to the midwest.

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