I could get used to this thing called Spring break. Or maybe it's just what real life is like?

Last weekend we traveled to Gettysburg with Jason and his parents to celebrate his 30th birthday! We stayed at this lovely bed and breakfast, toured the town, and learned way more than we could've imagined!


How many civilians were killed in the battle of Gettysburg? How many days was the battle? Who were the generals fighting for each side? What weapon was most deadly in the battle? What is an often overlooked component of war? How many died in the battle of Pickets charge? How many years did it take the town of Gettysburg to recover from the battle? Where did Abraham Lincoln stay before giving the Gettysburg address? Who was the first state to secede? Was Gettysburg the last battle of the war?

I can answer all of those and more! And chances are, if you've been around me the past week you've taken my abbreviated version of the "civil war quiz." History wasn't cool in 5th grade but I'm learning to appreciate it now.



(Not a great picture, but this is the Maryland memorial. Although Maryland is considered a Union state it was right on the line, which meant that parts of Maryland fought for the South and parts for the North. Often, families fought against one another. The artist who designed this statue depicted a union solider and confederate solider where one is wounded and the other is helping). See, I learned a lot!



Typically my weekends home never feel like a break. After driving 6 hours, which kills my muscles and back, I end up planning meals and visits with everyone I know (let's just say I need to , re-read Tuesday's post). I love family, so it's not a bad thing, but it ends up draining me instead of being an actual break.

In February I came home just about every weekend. That's 12 hours of driving in one weekend. I typically drive to Blacksburg on Monday mornings at 5am, and then make the trek back to Maryland on Thursday evenings. It's about a 36-hour turnaround. Gesh!

But this break was a bit different. A taste of the future and I really like what I see.

I spent Monday and Tuesday regrouping from the first half of the semester - resting, working here-and-there, resting more, eating meals with family, catching up with loved ones.

But after a few days, I started to get into the groove of normalcy. This week, Jason and I actually have had what feels like a normal life. I think it was yesterday that I realized that we aren't going to spend every second together once I move home. And that's OK. It's just that every time we see each other its so short that we have to cherish the moments. This has led to many fun trips and dinners out but it's not a great indicator of the day-by-day.

Two nights ago Jason made this delicious stuffed chicken dinner with vegetables and salad on the side. We sat and watched Fixer Upper (thank God for Chip and Jo Jo - seriously, I love them).



And it was in this moment that I realized what a glimpse of life might actually look like.

Meals at home. Sitting on the couch. Watching TV. Talking in bed until we fall asleep.

I know our lives will be hectic at times but I look forward to being an in-person wife. You may hate doing dishes or laundry but I long to serve my husband in tangible ways. I can't wait to wake up to each other every day. To laugh together. To hold hands. To fight (or disagree as Jason likes to call it). To reconcile. I can't wait to feel like a normal married couple.

I actually look forward to the mundane.

Somehow, this countdown is so much more important than my wedding countdown was. Making a promise before our friends, family, and God was very important but now we get to live that promise. Every single day.

So, here's to 9 weeks. 67 days. And then a lifetime together, forever.


Mrs. O'Hora