Been there done that....
This time we were both looking forward to starting the marriage, not having a wedding. We wanted our union blessed by God, in His presence, and in His house. We had an outside Barbecue to celebrate our marriage where people brought food, not expensive gifts. We watched football instead of dancing the electric slide. We didn't leave for a lavish honeymoon after the ceremony. We went to Target and bought diapers for the boys.
It was perfect and I wouldn't have changed a thing.
Really.
So now I am Sunday Stilwell. My new married name. Mrs. Michael Stilwell. It has a nice ring to it.
Now on to the second name change...
I am going to change the name of my blog....I am considering buying a domain name and am thinking I want a name that is more me. Not that I am not the biggest Domestic Superhero that I know. But that name does not fully embody who I am. I am more than a wife, mother, homemaker, daughter, sister, and friend. I am rather transparent. When you see the way I talk, the way I act, and read the things I say I am being completely me...and that, my friends, is not always a Domestic Superhero. Actually, quite often I go weeks without cleaning my windows. I very often do not cook homemade meals. I buy my bread, drink pre-made lemonade, and I have never had a strong desire to either breastfeed or use cloth diapers. I think of a true Domestic Superhero as doing this and a whole lot more. I don't buy organic, I like the taste of powdered milk, and I raise my voice entirely too much at my children. I can't sew, cook rice without burning it, or go a day without a glass of red wine. Or two. Not exactly Domestic Superhero material.
When asked to describe myself I have always said I am WYSIWYG....Whissywig...or What You See Is What You Get. As proof of this I can point out how I don't put on airs, I don't pretend to be someone I am not, or wrack my brain trying to keep up with Martha Stewart or the Jones'. I am a miserable liar, I usually answer questions too honestly when someone asks my opinion (so be warned), and I still swear when I stub my toe. WYSIWYG is certainly what I am.
What you see is what I am.
Me.
