New Year’s Letter

December 31 is a special day for us. Three years ago we got engaged on this day. Since then, we have come a long way—finishing degrees, being geographically separated, getting married, living apart, lohts (with a capital H) of paperwork, and now restarting life together. This year has been one full of laughter but also of tears. We feel so lucky to be where we are today and are excited to see all of our friends’ and families’ journeys unfold along with us. We are much looking forward to 2016 for many reasons. For a recap of our year and a sneak peek at what lies ahead, read below.

TL;DR? Happy New Year to you from the both of us. Proost!


Separated No More

At the beginning of July, the U.S. State Department decided enough was enough and that we didn’t have to be separated any more. Pia stopped by the embassy, picked up her immigrant visa, and hopped on a plane for America. Our two-year separation came to an end.

If only it had been that easy…

There were delays, technical difficulties, and logistical issues standing between us and our flights home. After weeks of stress, waiting, and calling we were approved for the green card but without passport in hand. We cancelled flights and rebooked at the last minute. We called the post, then the embassy, then the post trying to figure out who had what when. We read every bit of social media about the database crash. And every time a truck grumbled down the street we bolted to the windows like children eager for Santa.

Finally we had tracked Pia’s passport to a shop in Amsterdam and arranged for a flight home the next day. Pia called her family and threw an impromptu “Emigration Day” party. We packed. Then bed for an early drive the next day. But on the way to Amsterdam, the car broke down. We left Pia’s mom on the highway with a mechanic while we took a taxi the rest of the way. By the time we got to the terminal we were both pale and shaking from all of the stress. It’s no wonder that I was pulled aside twice for extra questioning and swabbing. It wasn’t glamorous, but we made it home. Together.


Growing Expectations

Yes, it is really true! We are expecting a mini-Greiner-Davis to join our loving home in July. We are so very excited to meet this little wonder and can’t wait to see how this journey unfolds.

The journey so far:

My mom came to visit at the end of October and sensed it quite quickly—that nightcap of port is never refused without reason in our household. Jamie’s grandmother called it outright while we were visiting their farm with my mom, but she promised to keep it a secret.

Our first ultrasound was at the beginning of December and all is well. Now that we have passed the first trimester we are happy to announce it to the world. There’s starting to be just the slightest bump these days, and I can no longer hide it by sucking in my belly.

Right now I’m eagerly awaiting the days when nausea doesn’t come, biding my time by drinking plenty of fluids and keeping a rather bland but healthy diet. Yoga has definitely become more ‘interesting’ as I can feel my muscles softening and reconfiguring while this little storm rages inside.

Meanwhile we keep busy finding a new apartment, applying for jobs, coming up with beautiful and not-so-beautiful baby names, knitting a wardrobe for the babe, meeting old and new friends, and of course lots of work. I couldn’t be more excited to visit the Netherlands the first two weeks of March to see everyone, do plenty of yoga, and buy all the baby things!

For now we’ve adopted the nickname Beanie for our little one. Welcome Beanie, you are much loved.

Pia: Week 1

Pia: Week 1


Sailing the High Seas

This summer we discovered a new shared passion: sailing! Pia had always loved sailing, having gone on many trips with her aunt and uncle in the Netherlands, but it was a completely new experience for Jamie. Our great friends, John and Mary, own a small but seaworthy sail-boat that made it into the water this year and once we came back to the USA, we joined them for many afternoons of sailing on Whitmore Lake. John and Pia went on some separate, rather adventurous, rides on a few stormy afternoons while Pia was waiting for jobs and students to show up. John is a great teacher, and we are eager students. We can’t wait to have the boat back in the water, learn more, and eventually—maybe—owning our own little boat some day!


So Much Yoga

Pia has been continuing her journey to becoming a yogi. She completed her first phase of teacher training in Groningen before leaving for the U.S. Along with Marianne, Pia launched NoMatYoga as a platform for them to share their journey with yoga and it has already gotten some nice attention. Otherwise, we continue to load up our hard drives with photos as often as possible. #YogaEveryDamnDay

 


And Much More…

Here a just a few photos taken this past year with family & friends.

Stage 1: Check

After months of waiting, a few panic attacks, and a couple DDOS attacks on the USCIS website as we checked on our case status, finally the email we had been waiting for came—our case was approved.

I called Pia in the middle of the night with the good news. Three in the morning, I think. Still asleep, Pia didn’t quite comprehend the words that I was saying.

“What? What’s happening?”

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Pia & Jamie's Wedding

Wedding Gallery

Though we decided to keep our wedding ceremony just between the two of us, we also wanted to share our experience with everyone around us. As a part of that we made this blog. We also invited those close to us to write letters and send cards which would be opened on our wedding day. But most importantly, we decided to invest in hiring one of the best photographers in the world. That meant one thing: Nordica Photography.

Jakob handled our wedding perfectly, and now we are excited to share some of our favorite shots from the day.

Head over to the gallery for more!

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A slice of our wedding cake

Hólavallagata

Good friends are hard to come by, but for Jamie and me, we know they live an eighth of the world away—well, a sixth of the world away from Jamie and a twelfth of the world away from me. They are Daði, Sessa, Gunnhildur, Björn Þór and family. If not for them, we would never be.

It all started before Jamie & I began dating. Gunna & Jamie, having both come to Ann Arbor by themselves, found a common bond in their fondness for strong drinks and distaste towards the life of a music student. They frequented many of the lovely establishments around Ann Arbor for post-concert gatherings, sharing thoughts on classes, rehearsals, gossip and more.
During one such outing, Gunna extended an invitation to Jamie to come to Iceland to be a part of the Icelandic Chamber Music Festival’s string quartet seminar: a one-week intensive string quartet seminar led by a member of the Pacifica Quartet with the option to stay a couple of extra days on vacation. Seeking a change of scenery, Jamie happily agreed to play. Around the same time, Gunna floated the same invitation to me. Knowing that I might be flying to the Netherlands just as the festival would take place, I happily considered the option to make music and hike in a country where I had never visited. Without any of us knowing, Gunna set the stage for Jamie and me to come together in Iceland.

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A bird taking flight as we departed Búðir

Après un Rêve

It has almost been two weeks since the wedding. Pia and I have been together in Groningen half settling into married life, half trying to avoid the looming date of my departure.

Already as we were making our way back to Reykjavik we could feel the magic of Búðir begin to fade. As we wound our way along the coast and emerged from the tunnel, our wedding began to feel like a dream.

Awaiting us in Reykjavik were Daði, Sessa, Gunnhildur, Björn Þor, and Mary Frances who were among the first to welcome us as newlyweds. It was quite fitting to celebrate our marriage under the roof where we first came together and with the friends who brought us there. After wonderful food, many drinks, and very little sleep, our stop in Reykjavik ended as we carried on to catch our flight out of Keflavik. Again we were moving away from Búðir.

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Jakob taking a shot of Pia

Jakob

We first met Jakob at 8:00 AM on the morning of our wedding. It might seem odd that the only guest at our wedding was a complete stranger, but in many ways it makes sense. Jakob was our photographer. He is the co-founder of Nordica Photography, a Stockholm based partnership which specializes not in wedding photography but in capturing the stories of couples getting married. We had no clue about Jakob’s personality or appearance, but when he walked in to first meet us at Hotel Búðir, we recognized him instantly and felt comfortable in his presence.

Two hours later I was putting on my wedding dress and putting on my hair and make up while he clicked away on his cameras. Jamie was dressing in a separate room across the hotel, meaning that Jakob was running to and fro trying to capture both scenes as they unfolded. Our ceremony was at noon, giving us little time to prepare. Jamie of course put on his suit quickly and went downstairs to handle things with Páll Ágúst. I on the other hand struggled to do my own hair and make up in front of a tiny mirror without proper lighting. I was so focused on my task that I barely noticed Jakob hovering about, sometimes standing in the shower poking his lens out and who knows where else. On top of his constant shooting Jakob also played the role of sentry as Jamie needed to go in and out multiple times and various staff came to help. The entire morning I could catch the smiles coming off Jakob’s face as he snapped a particularly good shot or as he noticed a humorous quirk that had just taken place. At one point I had asked Jakob the time to which he responded that it was thirteen minutes to noon. He then laughed as I took my needle and thread and started sewing on two buttons not yet on my shrug. By the time I was ready for the ceremony I felt calm and relaxed around him though I can be camera shy sometimes.

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Spyglass overlooking the bay at Búðir

Stillness After the Storm

As we slowly woke the morning after the wedding, all was still. The rain had stopped and the clouds began to disappear, revealing the snow-topped mountains in the distance. Through the windows, fields of blue had begun to show in the skies over the bay.

This was the first day after our day. The party was over, the toasting all done. We were now a married couple. Still reveling in the afterglow of the wedding, we lingered in bed a little longer before starting the day.

By ten in the morning, we made our way downstairs for breakfast and to see Jakob off. The hotel was quiet as guests came and went. Birds flew against the wind outside the window, floating against the sea air with wings outstretched. This was peace. This was home.

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Budir Kirkja Door Handle

The Way

Arriving to the hotel, Pia was already waiting for me in the lobby. My eyes took a moment to adjust to the figure draped in white as I walked in, as it dawned upon me that I was looking at Pia—that I was looking at my bride. The lobby of the hotel was filled with guests and staff, all smiling and watching as I took my bride, sharing with her a kiss and a firm hug. Pia was absolutely beautiful wearing the little chevron dress we had bought together a year earlier along with a white jacket and delicate Icelandic wool scarf. Pia seemed equally taken by me in my suit as she held me and looked at her groom.

Leaving the hotel, umbrella in hand, Pia and I proceeded arm-in-arm as we walked up the road from Hotel Búðir to Búðir Kirka. Arriving at the church, we opened its white wooden gate and crossed the grounds. Then we opened the church doors and peered into the little wooden church. Awaiting us in a white robe was Páll Ágúst, smiling as we proceeded down the aisle together. Though the church was empty and cold minutes before, we all could feel the warmth brought by our love and the love of all those who have been with us. And then, out of the silence and stillness of that little wooden church, our wedding began.

For the next forty minutes, the world was still. Inside that tiny church, the rain, which had been pouring down on the entire peninsula and all of Búðir, ceased its roar; the gray skies, which reached all the way down to the sea with lingering clouds, grew brighter. There were just four souls in the entire world for those forty minutes: Jamie, Pia, Páll, & Jakob.

We laughed and cried our way through the ceremony. Pia stared into my eyes as I gazed into hers. Páll read his blessings and shared with us his wisdom. Then a letter from Pia’s father, Marius, filled with sage advice, poetry, and colors as robust as any drawings he has made. Next came the vows written for each other. Pia and I had each filled a Moleskine postcard to read to each other. During those vows, everybody in the church just about lost it as the tears fell over our love for one another. A couple of ‘I do’s, two rings, and a tri-lingual ‘Our Father’ later the ceremony was complete. We kissed, turned, and walked out of the church exactly as we had entered: two souls bound together as one.