by the numbers, vol. II {first anniversary edition}

Top picture: cropped, Photography by the Robertsons; Bottom Row: some of our paper anniversary gifts 

{roof over our heads}

the travel time (in hours) between where we were married & where we live now: 13

the number of places we've called home in 12 months: 2

the number of times our GPS had no idea where our first place was: everytime

^^the pains of living in a newly developed land^^

the number of miles separating those two places: 45

the number of square feet we lost in the move: 90

the number of ways the second place is still better than the first: probably 73

^^other than the lack of bunnies on our runs now^^

the number of times we've said we never want to move from Old Town: 265

the first time we both knew we were deeply in love with our city: last night

{adventures}

the number of trip adventures we've had near & far: 15

the number of trips we're planning/going on soon: 4 {Gettysburg, Columbus, OH, Seagrove Beach, & Boston}

the number of pups we almost adopted: 3

the number of pups we've actually owned: 2 {sweet Riley & spunky Scout}

the number of pups we have now: 0

the amount of puppy fever we fight because we know it's not the right time for us yet: a lot

the number of times a week we miss our spunky Scout {& gentle Riley, too}: at least 3

the current puppy breeds we're swooning over: 5 {GSP, Westie, Beagle, Vizsla, & Lab}  

the number of times we've talked about running a half marathon in our relationship: 7

the only times we were really serious about it: the first & seventh

the number of runs we've gone on in the past 9 days: 7 {we're making progress now that it's spring} 

the number of planned runs we have once we can run 5+ miles: 4

{facts of the past year}

the number of months between the first time I tried to make spaghetti & the second: 6

the number of months we went without pictures in our picture frames: 10

the number of churches we've visited or will visit soon trying to find our home: 9

^^but I think we're getting close, thankfully!^^

the number of times Kat has seen Monarch the Mouse in the dead of night: 4

 the number of times husmate has: 0

the number of times Kat has had to look up specialty stain solutions for husmate's shirts: 8

the number of times husmate has taken over the entire bed & couldn't be moved: at least 20

the number of times we've dropped the resident charade & resembled tourists when sirens are heard/dark vehicles go by/streets are closed off: everytime

the number of things Kat would never had admitted to trying & liking if husmate didn't test it first: 14 {I'm finally growing up parents!}

the number of times we belted out lines from "We are the Champions" yesterday: 5

the number of years we've been married: 1 & a day :)

here we go, round two!

by the numbers, vol. I

Meet Madison, aka Dobby, the studious Bryan pup

208. The number of days I have had the privilege of being married to my sweet husband.

122. The approximate number of days it took for me to somewhat naturally introduce myself/sign the dotted line with Berry as my last name, rather than sounding like I chose to hyphenate my name and therefore star as a feminist/wealthy socialite in my new life. 

60. The number of pairs of shoes in this tiny apartment that are mine, including 18 pairs of heels/wedges, 32 pairs of sandals/flats, and 4 pairs of boots. Sorry I'm not sorry, husmate. But have courage: I don't have any intentions of adding to the collection anytime soon.

39. The number of days until Christmas (seems crazy, doesn't it?). Thankfully, other than for each other, this husband-wife team has finished our shopping. To my family who knows that I usually procrastinate to do my shopping until 3 days before Christmas day- be amazed...

24. The number of posts I have miraculously penned so far without quitting this blogging project. Also, my lucky number from high school for no reason whatsoever. 

23. My age despite the fact that half the time I want to tell people that I'm still 22. Also, the age that I began forgetting what my current age is and I quietly do the math in my head while keeping a pleasant smile on my face.

9. The number of pairs of shoes in this tiny apartment that are husmate's. Single digits. Why is it that men need so few shoes? I suppose to make up for their wives needing so many...

6. The number of days until we road trip 13 hours home for my favorite holiday (aka Thanksgiving, aka best meal of the year hands down) and I get to be reunited with the pup above (I'm her favorite, she's not husband's favorite).

3. The number in the Harry Potter series of my least favorite plot line, and most likely least often read. I may love the character of Sirius Black, but Prisoner of Azkaban just wasn't thrilling enough (perhaps because dear ole Voldemort didn't have a hand in it?). 

0. The number of times I've seen Elf, Home Alone, or A Christmas Story. Cue the gasps of disappointment and comments of deprived childhood.