the one with the {garment probation}

An outfit that you can wear to church AND a picnic afterwards?! I have your impossibility right here, people. And it's found in a romper of all garments? Yep, miracles do happen.

I bought this romper several years ago while studying abroad in London. It's one of those pieces that I've thought about selling to a consignment store multiple times because: the back is odd (currently hidden by the cardigan), it used to fit a little tight (huzzah to health!), and I kept wondering if rompers were still cool. But I've kept the piece because: it's long enough to be appropriate without tights - a true romper feat, am I right? -, the romper is colorful, and it's made of a nicer fabric so it can be dressed up or down.

For church, I paired it with this bright pink cardigan and statement necklace. So for now, it's off the must-sell list and currently on probation. We'll see how long it lasts:) Please ignore the wrinkles. I chose not to photoshop it out because - you know, authenticity and all that jazz. Oh, and the fact that I don't know how!

Happy Thursday, everyone! 

A+J

Romper: Top Shop (old)

Cardigan: J.Crew factory

Necklace: Forever21

Sandals: Target

the one about our {second year}

Two years! Today marks two years married and I can't believe it. 

We just got back from vacationing in sunny and perfect Florida. For the first time ever, I'm fairly tan and for the millionth time ever - Jesse is incredibly dark. While we were there, we celebrated our anniversary at the Breakers Resort in Palm Beach. I can sum up the Breakers in one word and three syllables: AH-MAZ-ING. We turned off our phones and enjoyed the finer things in life - beautiful pools, delicious food, a TV inside the mirror of the bathroom (yes that's a thing, yes it's frivolous, and yes I want one). We are sooo thankful for friends with hotel discounts -- we had a wonderful time! 

The Breakers at night. Stunning!

Our view from the pool looking out onto the Atlantic.

My favorite thing about Year 2 as Mrs. Ghoman? Really and truly becoming best friends with my husband. That may sound weird but I mean it. Before we got married, I thought we were best friends - but to be honest - I was still probably closer to my mom  and bridesmaids than my spouse. After all, I knew my mom and my sister my ENTIRE life and my bridesmaids for years longer than I knew J.  That's a lot to compete with! During the first year we experienced so many transitions in life and in our new roles as husband and wife that it wasn't until this year that I could truly appreciate the friend I have in Jesse. Our friendship is in the little things: he pretends to love HGTV and Once Upon a Time and I respect his shark/whale/everything-animal obsession; we've created our own language of weird accents that we only use around each other (embarrassing, but true); we laugh a LOT and we comfort each other when we're sad; we have traditions and favorite meals/places/restaurants/movies; we know what the other person is feeling with fewer and fewer context clues AND we know how to help them through it; we don't just love each other -- we thoroughly and completely like each other. 

As I've considered this idea of friendship in marriage, I've thought a lot about the "profound mystery" that Paul describes in Ephesians 5. Paul talks about a man and his wife leaving their own families and "becoming one flesh" in their new family. I think this idea of becoming one isn't just something that happens instantaneously. Becoming one is a lifetime pursuit and process! We became a unit on August 12, 2012 when we said our vows before a barn-full of witnesses - but through God's grace we have the capacity to become even more unified with each passing day and year. What an incredible gift:)

So, here's to our second anniversary! I can't wait to see what Year 3 will bring. Thank you for following my journey as an incredibly imperfect wife and a grammatically woeful writer!

xoxo

A+J

{the one about jane}

My grandmother is 93-years-old and has lived a truly incredible life. As the end of her life draws near, I'm filled with so many emotions that I don't quite know how to encapsulate them with the english language! All I know is that it's 11pm and I have a desperate need to tell the world about this amazing woman who is about to make her exit.

Jane Guba is a red-head. And she has a vibrant personality to match. Her laugh is legendary - it's completely contagious and the kind of laugh that takes over a room. She promises up and down that laughter is the key to life and to a happy marriage - and considering that she's lived so long and lived so happily as my grandpop's wife - I would have to agree:) I've seen my grandma laugh so heartily at the shenanigans of her four daughters and twelve grandchildren that she's nearly had an asthma attack. She's also to blame for my terrible laughter timing - we both can't help but laugh when the people around us get hurt. I know, it's terrible!! Grandma's one flaw:)  But if you trip or fall in front of us - chances are we're guffawing in your general direction. 

There's this story about she and my grandfather when they were engaged - a few days before their wedding they got caught in a terrible rain storm. My grandpop, ever the gentleman, went to help her into the car with the umbrella but as he tried to get back into the car and close the umbrella - his hand got stuck and the handle started pinching him! Now what did my grandma do as my grandpop hollered and jumped around getting drenched in the pouring rain? What any respectable woman would do in that situation - laughed so hard that she couldn't even stop to help him! Funny enough, almost the same exact thing happened to Jesse and I during our engagement - except that half of his body got stuck inside the trunk as he reached into grab something. I was laughing so hard as he yelled for help that I couldn't even respond for several minutes -- oops! I know, I'm awful - but even as I write this I'm cracking up and I know she would be snickering right beside me. :)

Every year Jane leaves me the same voicemail on my birthday - she sings "Happy Birthday" and then wishes me in the sweetest, most melodious voice a "woooonderful day." Her voicemails are the best because she talks to me like we're writing letters back and forth. She asks me about the weather in Boston and about how Jesse is doing and always asks when I'm coming to visit her in Florida next. I have to call her back in order to answer her post-card voicemails and I wouldn't have it any other way. 

My grandma and grandpop have taught me what true love looks like - it's trips across the country in your RV, it's daily walks around the mall, it's serving your husband lunch, it's giving your wife a hug from behind as she does the dishes, it's matching La-Z-Boys, it's weekly dates to Wendy's, it's good morning kisses, it's overlooking an offense, it's laughing at the past. And now, it's holding hands and forehead kisses and telling her you love her as she prepares to meet your Lord. 

And that brings me to my favorite thing about Jane Guba - she taught me about God and what it means to live my life in service to him. Every visit, every phone call, every conversation has reminded me of what a love affair with God looks like. She doesn't just talk the talk of faith - she lives it constantly and I'm honored to follow in her footsteps. 

Watching Grandma face death has been an emotional rollercoaster for me and I can't even imagine how my mom and her three younger sisters must feel. I think the weird thing about death is that from an early age, we associate it with something evil and tragic. But as I studied the scriptures - I realized that there is nothing evil or tragic about my grandma leaving this world. I turned to one of the most popular Psalms in the Bible and there I found comfort,

"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me." Psalm 23:4

Did you catch that? With God, I have nothing to fear and neither does my Grandma. There is no guilt, no fear, no evil - only hope. 

I'm not sure what day will be Jane Guba's last, but I know that it will be a day of both sorrow and joy. Sorrow for my mama, my family, and my grandpop especially. But I know that it will also be a day of tremendous celebration in heaven - one of God's precious saints is finally coming home. 

{the one with the bad beach day}

First off, I want to thank everyone on the crazy encouraging feedback I received on my blog post last month! I can't tell you how much it meant to me to read your comments and hear your responses in person. It was honestly surprising to see how many others are thinking about health and fitness right now -  I guess we're all realizing that we're no longer 18-year-old's:) But this post is not about health - I'll save a follow-up post for another time. This post is about establishing family traditions. 

Or at least it was supposed to be.

When you first get married, people are always telling you that you need to establish familial habits. So you can imagine how great I've been feeling about our new, once-a-week beach and picnic tradition this summer. I mean, come on - that's a pretty awesome tradition. Especially when you add in the fact that I'm literally summer's BIGGEST fan after the winter we endured. 

Anyway, here we are on our third free Monday of the summer and we're looking up directions to a new beach, checking out the weather, and gearing up for another country music filled trip to the shore. I heard of a beach south of the city that seemed promising so we headed out the city, crossing our fingers for sunny skies and discussing our wonderful new tradition. To be honest, I was also imagining the yet-to-be-written, perfectly adorable, summery beach blog post complete with picnic advice and cute little couple photos. {I know, gag}

However, when we arrived, things didn't quite go according to my vision. The beach? Well, it wasn't really there. High tide removed almost all of the sand and left us with approximately 6 feet of rocky (and I mean ROCKY) shoreline. The sun was also hiding and it even felt a bit too chilly for bathing suits. My wonderful husband was starting losing faith in our plan. He suggested finding another beach or (gasp) going home. I, of course, refused to allow this perfectly perfect and quite bloggable moment to be thwarted by a lack of sand and sun. I even got offended that he would suggest abandoning the beach that I found (can you tell that my day was starting to go downhill?)!

I soldiered on and tried to lay out our beach blanket on the last sliver of sand. We sat down and began eating our packed lunches in a state of mounting tension. Before I could fully state my defense for the beach, the waves came up and we scrambled to get out of the way in time. Jesse started laughing hysterically at the sheer ridiculousness of our ill-fated beach day and encouraged me to give up and laugh it off too. And I wish I could say that I joined in and moved on - but we all know that a woman of my caliber of stubborness and complete lack of flexibility could do no such thing. While J surrendered to the picnic tables away from the beach, I defiantly put my towels on the rocks - yep the rocks - and laid down, bent on proving my point. Pretty soon after he walked away, I realized that my crazy had officially come out. I spent the remainder of my time at the beach praying and adjusting my attitude. 

Ah, traditions! So beautiful, aren't they? 

So anyway, I've been planning on telling you about our oh-so-cool beach tradition, but God had plans to humble me instead. And to be honest, I think my diva moment made for better post anyway. Sometimes I can get so caught up in the "perfect" day that I miss out on the entire point of such special times - who I'm spending my day with! So who cares if we didn't have a very instagrammable day? We laughed, we cried (ok, I cried), I learned a lesson, and we shared a strawberry frappe on the way home. 

It's the little things y'all:) 

By the time we left, the sand was finally starting to show :) Just our luck.

a twenty-something's guide to {getting healthy}

When you hang out with college students all day everyday, it's easy to mistake yourself for one. When they want to eat an entire pizza at midnight - you think, "I'm hungry too! Give me a slice or maybe 3." When they say they don't work out but naturally have zero percent body fat, it's easy to think, "Oh great! I must not need to exercise either."But let me tell you - the difference between an 18-year-old metabolism and a 26-year-old metabolism is surprisingly vast!

As my birthday arrived this January, it hit me that my body wasn't getting any younger. And as I saw the number on the scale creeping up, I decided that it was time to get serious about taking better care of myself. To be quite honest, getting healthy has taken a lot of my time and energy this year (who knew?!) - I blame it for my lack of consistent blog posting. But anyway, here are a few things that helped me shed 15 pounds in the last five months.

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1. Track, track, and track some more. I downloaded the Lose It app and used it to record my food and exercise. I used to use My Fitness Pal (also a good option) but I could never stick to it. Lose It allows you to input your current weight, goal weight, the amount you want to lose per week, etc. It then gives you a target calorie amount to strive for everyday. The best part? They give you badges for different achievements (yep, just like the Girl Scouts) and it's a teensy bit embarassing how much I look forward to getting a new one.

2. Join a gym close by. Now, I'm so undisciplined that I had to join one within walking distance. Even driving a mile or two was just too much reason NOT to go - especially in the crazy Boston winter. So I joined a gym that I could walk to in five minutes (3 to 4 times a week) -- the benefits of city-living. Even though it costs a little more, it's been worth it!

3. Cute workout clothes. Because is there any better motivation than neon colored racerbacks and aqua Nike's? That's what I thought. 

4. Be patient with your progress. "It takes four weeks for you to see your body changing; it takes eight weeks for your friends and family; it takes twelve weeks for everyone else. Keep going." I was so afraid of quitting at first -- but this little (and semi-annoying) inspirational sentence kept me focused.  

5. Find a workout buddy. I love my fellow exercise junkie, Alex. Allie and I are not the most adventurous workout duo independently but together, we've tried Carrie Underwood's leg workout (pinterest, people), kettlebell training sessions, and we have plans to try out a HIIT class and spinning soon. Our Thursday morning sessions lead to the most pathetic Friday morning text messages about who is having a more difficult time moving. And bottom line - it's just really fun to spend time with a friend - especially when that friend insists on stopping at Starbucks afterwards:)  

6. Plan to cheat. When you're only eating a certain number of calories a day, it's imperative to give yourself flexibility to eat the things you enjoy. Although I now enjoy a good salad (um, sometimes), I like to save up my calories for the occassional burger and fry combo or my weekly Sour Patch Kids induldgence on Friday nights. If I know I'm going out to eat, I also like to plan my meal ahead of time so that I can savor every bite of my meal out.

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With these steps in mind, constant encouragement from my husband, and a new-found resolve, I've been able to surpass my origninal goal. For the rest of the summer, I'll focus on building muscle and lowering my body fat percentage. It's good to have goals :) 

November 2013, May 2014 -- can you see a change?!

*Disclaimer: Oddly enough, I'm still finding it hard to be secure with my body. At times, I feel like my weight loss has made even more aware of the things I dislike about myself! But ultimately, it's made me realize that maintaining a healthy body image is something I'll have to fight for no matter what size or weight I am. Here's a scripture that puts appearances into perspective,
 "The king is enthralled by your beauty, honor him for he is your lord" (Psalm 45:11).
I think this verse captures a small piece of how God feels about his daughters - today and everyday. This word enthralled is pretty spectacular, isn't it? He's captivated by you -- he's charmed, enchanted even! Take a moment to consider that - the Creator of the universe is enchanted by YOU and your beauty. Yes, you! And that, my friends, is a Taylor Swift song if I've ever heard one;)*

xoxo

A+J

the one where we said ciao {for now}

Goodbyes are a funny thing. They are both completely ordinary and then totally momentous.  We say them everyday when we hang up the phone, when we leave the house or when we leave our workplace for the night. We say them carelessly - without a second glance and with feigned politeness. Other times, we say it meaningfully - with a hug or a kiss and a promise of "see you soon."  

But then we have goodbyes that break our hearts a little. They are the lingering goodbyes -- the goodbyes that we keep postponing in favor of just one more hello so that it won't be THE goodbye we've been dreading. "Not just yet," we tell ourselves. "No tears today," we say. 

But then the inevitable comes. The final goodbye. And this final goodbye has a way of blindsiding us even if we thought we were fully prepared and anticipating this moment all along. The longer-than-normal hug, the tears, the promises of skype dates and iMessages and to-be-planned visits. 

I said goodbye in that long, lingering, just-one-more-visit kind of way yesterday. And as soon as I walked away, I got in my car and then more tears came (per usual). And then today, a lot more tears. 

Jesse and I said goodbye to two of our best friends - Jon and Rachel Buchholz. They're moving to Milan, Italy (like they're literally at the airport right now) and it's the culmination of many years of faithful prayers and unrealized dreams as they become missionairies in a country not their own. They're headed off for three to five years (maybe more?) and over the last several months I've watched them give away virtually everything they own and prepare to move away from their home and their families for the first time ever.

Jon and Rachel are the kind of people that are always going first. They were the first among my husband's friends to tie the knot, first into the ministry, and now the first to head out on the foreign mission field. Being the first to do anything is not something that I naturally enjoy. I would rather let others test the metaphorical waters before diving in myself. And whether by design or decision - Jon and Rachel have been consistently willing to jump on in and encourage those around them to do the same. And to be perfectly honest, they've made it look good - figuring it out and touching many lives along the way.

At a time in life where so many our age are focused on themselves and their own futures (ahem, myself included), I am so proud of my best friends who are putting aside their comfortability for a greater purpose. May we all be willing to do the same in whatever way our Maker asks:) 

When J and I started dating, they adopted me into their little Boston family and an instant bond developed between Rachel and I. This bubbly, bouncy, quirky blonde has been showing me how to be a godly grown-up since the day we became friends. And even now, I've loved learning from her example as they've prepared to move. I watched her fight to trust God and his time table but I've ultimately seen her respond in her usual Rachel way - with prayer, excitement, check lists, and that all-contagious joy.

I've said goodbye to lots friends and family members over the last few years and so I kind of expected to be a professional farewell-er by now - but nope. I'm still the same old teary mess I've always been. But every tearful moment just reminds me of how dear you are to me and how thankful I am for our years in Boston together. 

We love you, Buchholzes. 

Ciao for now! 

new york, i love you

A few weeks ago, Jesse and I ventured up to Big Apple for a friends' wedding and had so much fun re-exploring the city that never sleeps. When we woke up on Friday morning - the city was covered by a fresh blanket of snow and it was just perfect. I lived in New York for a year before moving to Boston and NYC is my city of firsts. It was where I first lived away from my family, where I worked my first full time job, it was where Jesse and I started dating, and it was where I became a real grown up (well, kind of). For J and I, like so many we know, New York City has a certain kind of magic in it. People use annoying words like "energy" and "buzz" to describe New York and to be honest - it's irritatingly accurate. It was this energy that both exhausted and exhilirated me during my brief time in that beautiful city. Although I'm glad that God brought me to quaint and historical Boston - I can't help but miss that city that used to be my home. 

You have my heart, New York:)

This stud I found in the park:)

We couldn't afford to ice skate, so we did the next best thing - selfies in front of the ice rink. 

And then we found our future puppy at FAO Schwartz. Isn't he edible??!...figuratively, of course:) 

You have my heart New York, but it still needs to be said: Go Sox.

:) 

xoxo 

A+J