Adventures in Rachel-land

January 27th, 2007. I got married. I held the hands of the man I love and promised to love him forever. It was the best day of my life. Our families were there, I wasn't stressed about anything. For someone who uses my words incessantly, it is rare when I don't have words to describe something. But there are no words to adequately express my joy. My joy for having a teamate to walk beside me for the rest of our lives. My joy for having a family who so deeply shares my triumphs. My joy for friends who are absolutely positively behind me, no matter what. There just aren't words. So.....pictures. Now on to the rest of our lives.

I didn't grow up in a house that exemplified equality in marriage. While maybe not always in deed, at least in words, "Your Father is the leader of the home". As a result of where I am from, I tend to be a little uptight about making sure 'my rights' aren't being violated. Now that I am in a real life relationship, my black and white views of how things should be are fading into more palatable greys. Am I abandoning my beliefs or just letting go of childish ideals? My husband is considering changing jobs. I'm not overly sure I think that's the best plan. However, he is going to make this decision. When I say that, I feel a little like I am ignoring my feminist beliefs. Of course I told him how I felt. I told him I loved him andI was completely on his team. Then he told me all the benefits he saw out of a move like this. And I told him the negatives I saw. Then we talked about it again, and said all the same things in a new way. The...