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After a month of feeling constantly as though I was struggling to keep my head above water, I am feeling much more relaxed...at least in part because I am no longer working on the chaotic cardiology service! I have moved on to taking care of babies--two weeks in the NICU, then two weeks in the newborn nursery. 

 At one point during my cardiology rotation, Chris said, "Life is a lot more enjoyable when we view it as an adventure instead of as a chore." Which is very true--and easier to enact at some times more than others. But, in addition to being an adventure, life is a work in progress! 

 In a few days, it will be 7 years since the day Chris and I met at a bar in Granada and our shared adventures began. We've done a lot together since that time: we've traveled to 4 countries, lived in 4 states (and traveled to...20?), earned 5 degrees between the two of us, raised a puppy, and made lots of great new friends (while also enjoying our "old" friends). Every morning when I wake up, and every night when I get home from work (throughout the day too!), I am just so happy to have Chris (and Tessie) by my side as I experience all the ups and downs (and sidewayses?) of life. I can't wait to see what other adventures we have in store! (Good thing we have this book--which I got Chris for our first wedding anniversary--to help us prepare for whatever we might face!) 
{Chris's first impression of me, as shared by a friend after we got engaged}
{I happened upon Chris's student ID from the CLM today
while searching for documents to register our car.
My first impression of him included bleached-blonde hair...}

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