What a whirlwind few days it has been! You know you are having a good time when you don’t have an photos to show for it! The first 24+ hours of the wedding celebration was non-stop conversation, laid-back reception prep, numerous jokes, conversations with new & old friends and an overwhelming sense of excitement and joy for what was to come.
The day before the wedding, Hannah finally saw the beautiful decor for herself. We finally had the ceremony rehearsal. We all made it down the stairs in one piece, and oohed and ahhed over the perfect selection of Mrs. Darcy for the wedding party’s walk down the aisle. I could see my sister’s joy even as my own built in momentum.
Everything was just perfect for her, the excitement tangible, and the memories effortlessly made. After the rehearsal, we had pizza, the greasy kind! We talked, laughed, revisited old times, made new ones and built those relationship bridges that can sometimes only be built during the wedding process.
She went to bed early and left Cheyenne and I to brave the iced coffee making for the reception! After some trial and error, I think it turned out pretty well! Read more
Marry your best friend. You’ll laugh until you cry. You’ll cry until you laugh. You’ll be quiet in the day. Then, you’ll talk till 1 am.
Marry your best friend. You can ask the hard life things. And then hear just the truth. You can open up the darkest fear. And you’ll both define I do.
Marry your best friend. There’s no shame in who you are. Revealing more and more of you. Adding a third half to your heart.
Marry your best friend. You’ll argue, then resolve. You’ll become each other in the weirdest ways. And the words I do evolve.
Marry your best friend. It will take your breath away. It will sometimes be a routinely lull. But you’d never want a change.
Marry your best friend. You have a world your own. Safe to work out insecurity. Safe to make jokes of immaturity.
Marry your best friend. Every day is a mystery. Choosing love is deeper—and feeling love is wonder as it weaves into your history.
Marry your best friend. Holding hands erase the tension. Small moments become celebration.
Marry your best friend. It’s better than they said. Memories are treasured as your hearts get worn and weathered.
Marry your best friend. You’ll grow up as you go. I do is a discovery. And it’s a love commitment too.
Marry your best friend. What kind of hardness do you choose–giving up or staying true? I choose true.
I choose you.
The Honeymoon Stage
My House, Your Heart
I usually stay away from the list posts that are everywhere, but I’ve noticed some funny things that happen when you are a newlywed. So I wanted to share! I’m thankful to have met a couple girls that were married around the same time I was married. I’m even more thankful that we can relate to each other in so many of these things. It’s awesome. Single women need friendship and support, but married women need that too!
But anyway, here are 5 things that are pretty much blaring signals that you are a newlywed.
Just laugh, anyway.
1. You save extra fast food napkins for later use.
Look, you save money where you can. You keep all the extra napkins. I know what you’re thinking. Just stop going to fast food places, you can save money that way. Hey, we don’t go all the time, OK?! But when we do go, we just hope the kind worker puts a few extra napkins in the bag so we can make use of them later. And when it happens, we save them!
I love when that happens… Read more
I listen to the rain, pitter-patter. I drink the eggnog. I see the stockings just bought for our very first Christmas. I sit by the lighted tree with those handmade ornaments and all the memories we have already made. Our first dog jumps into the chair with me, to squeeze in beside me.
And I think of moments long-gone. “Oh, it’s only a year ago,” I think to myself. But a year ago? That is long-gone. I can never get it back. I can never live it again. That’s what makes time sweet. That’s what makes it painful.
Before you proposed, you asked me where I wanted it to happen. And when I was a girl, I had dreamed of it taking place in the wide expanse of the desert. But the older I got, and the more I knew you—the sooner my mind changed.
I didn’t want to make more memories at a home where I grew up. I wanted to make a permanent memory somewhere that you loved, somewhere that meant something to you. I wanted to go to your favorite place, a childhood adventure, a spot where I could make an imprint that would start our history together. Read more