Monica Bielanko was born and raised on the wild frontier of late 1970's Utah. She is a recovering Mormon who once went to see an unknown band from Philly and married the guitar player a few weeks later. She's been married to her Babble Voices writing partner, Serge Bielanko, for the past nine years. Along the way they have practiced and perfected the dark arts of couch dining, clandestine boozing, bambino wrangling, wide-open domestic warfare, and modern love. Her personal blog, The Girl Who was in the top ten of last year's Top 50 list. In addition to Babble Voices, Monica is featured on Strollerderby, and Pregnancy. She also regularly updates her personal blog, The Girl Who.
Who are these disgusting lovebirds? I don't recognize them at all.
Love means never having to say you’re sorry…
It’s a famous line from the movie Love Story deemed so significant it featured in the movie twice. The second time is actually the last line in the movie.
All I have to say about that is WHA?
Love means always having to say you’re sorry. Like, every ten minutes saying you’re sorry. In light of this situation it’s kind of what we’re busy working on chez Bielanko these days. Lots of saying you’re sorry and focusing on the positive. Accentuating the positive and eliminating the negative, to take a line from another famous creative contribution to the world.
Part of accentuating the positive, for me at least, has involved going over old photos of me and my fella. I got to looking at our bad selves on my Flickr page (which I’ve updated religiously since the year we married) and figured, what the hell, I’ll go ahead and share my favorite photos of myself and my betrothed with y’all here.
Check us out in all our first blush of love glory… and later, when 8 years and two kids done wore us the hell out:
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This is the first photo of us ever taken. After meeting Serge when his band played in Salt Lake City, I drove more than 20 hours to meet up with them in Austin, Texas. Those are bats in the sky there above our heads. The Congress Street Bridge is home to North America's largest bat population
and every evening at dusk they head out into the night sky to do whatever it is bats do.