I am a bad blogger.
For the Fourth of July, I didn’t have a coordinated place setting of red, white, and blue. I didn’t have themed foods with cute names like firecookies, which would be round sugar cookies decorated as exploding fireworks sprinkled with pop rocks candy. I did attempt to make a red and blue swirled cake with white icing and hand-poured sugar tiles. The cake, however, didn’t come out in one piece and instead became a trifle. (Bragging points: I did use handmade whip cream between the trifle layers.) I didn’t take a picture of the cake because while super tasty, it was not insta worthy.
Instead of focusing on making everything blog-able or picturesque, I focused on being with my family and friends. Trae and I went to my godparents’ farm and spent the weekend laughing, crammed elbow to elbow around a table full of food. We sang “God Bless America”, told jokes, laughed a lot, and not-so-secretly feed the dogs under the table. Dinner was digested by walking around the farm or lounging in the pool. Not once did I think to Snapchat or Instagram these moments. Instead, I lived in the moment and got sunburned along the way. It was amazing.
While I love blogging, I sometimes feel like I am failing at it. I don’t think to make up elaborate table settings or plate my food in pleasing manners. Sure, I can and have done it for anniversary or birthday meals, but overall most of our meals are eaten off of Italian-themed plates I bought eons ago at Target. (As in, purchased pre-Trae days.) I feel like many times there is a pressure to have everything perfect and looking wonderful before you can post or blog about it. You angle the camera just right so people don’t see the stack of dirty dishes behind you. (Or in my case, I angle the camera just right so people don’t see the cat that is about to pounce into the camera’s frame!)
Marriage is a lot like that. In public, married couples put on their best face and don’t show people that two hours earlier they were fighting. Couples who are dating look at the public version of marriage and then wonder why marriage is so hard after they say I do. They didn’t see the compromise, fight, hugs, and tears that when on before the married couple got dressed up for date night. In short, marriage– and life– can be messy. Blogging and social media only show us the best and most put together versions of our lives.
I think that is why I am a bad blogger. I show the messy side of life. My Instagram feed isn’t uniformed with pictures all laid out on white backgrounds, my make-up isn’t flawless, and my marriage isn’t always smooth sailing. But I wouldn’t trade the moments I have with my husband, enjoying life together. To me, life isn’t matching napkins and plates, but instead a glorious mish-mash of moments and laughter. To me, life looks a lot like my godmother’s table: full and happy!