Saturday reflections

Things I'm loving this week:

1. This list of 10 thrifting tips.

2. The incredible Jessica Rey and her presentation on modesty and the bikini. 

3. Brookside's dark chocolate acai pieces. Oh my.


Things I'm grateful for this week:

1. Movie exchanges with friends.

2. Pep talks from my husband. (He's the absolute best.)

3. Our engagement and wedding picture shutterfly books.


Things I want to try:

1. This DIY paint chip cityscape art.

2. This gradient nail art.

3. Making some sort of yearbook for our first year of marriage, like these (from my all-time favorite blog), or this one.

His name is Ender Wiggin

It's time to introduce someone very important. Someone near and dear to our hearts. Someone who would no doubt be very angry he hadn't yet been introduced, if he had any awareness of this blog.

His name is Ender Wiggin, the destroyer of worlds, and he is our cat.

He is the best cat ever. We named him after Orson Scott Card's book (soon to be movie--mixed feelings on that) Ender's Game. (Hopefully you'd figured that out. If not, go read it!)

Ender is sweet and cuddly when he wants to be...

    

...completely vicious when he wants to be (all in good fun, usually)...

 ...and acts like a dog more than a cat (we're talking tail-chasing and fetch-playing). He's also excellent birth control:

Trev & I are obsessed. I feel sorry for my instagram followers sometimes. But really, can you blame me?

My men

Yesterday was a big day, the culmination of Father's Day and our first marriage anniversary. What a perfect chance to reflect on the two men I love more than anything in this world! Obviously I spent the better part of the day tearing up, because that's what I do best.

My dad: there is no one in my life who has had more of an influence on the person I am today. My love of being frugal, chewing only half a stick of gum at a time, obsessively watching 24, the necessity of popcorn with movie nights... all due to him. No one can make a better hot dog, give better advice, or make me laugh harder than he does. Without his example of what an encouraging, supportive, God-fearing husband should look like, I don't think I ever would have been brave enough to expect the bar to be so high for my future husband.

My husband: everything I ever thought to look for in a man, and then some. I am beyond grateful that Trevor--who without a doubt could have dated any girl he set his mind on--picked me 7+ years ago, and that even as time goes on, the romance comes and goes  in waves, and he learns more and more about all of my (many many) flaws, he continues to pick me on a daily basis. He is my very best friend and my definition of home.

This time last year...

...my world consisted of flowers, mason jars, and wooden signs. Every waking moment exuded joy. My best friends and incredible family were all there, buzzing around me, and all our projects were coming to and end. We were about to get married.

By now I think I've made it clear that I much prefer to let pictures do the talking for me, so without further ado:

Buying some flowers

Final dress fitting

Last picture as roomies :(

My reason(s) for living

Just before the rehearsal dinner

 And because I just can't narrow it down to one:

Words are unnecessary. I think my face says it all.

 My heart is so full!

June 16, 2012

Almost one whole year has past since our wedding, so I guess it's about time to review it!

Our wedding day was completely wonderful. Don't get me wrong, there were plenty of mishaps (does anyone else read that as "mis-shaps" sometimes?), including:

• We very nearly did not have chairs. They somehow misplaced our order? Thankfully we scored a nice discount for that one, and got the chairs all set up juuust as people started arriving.
• The arch that we were to stand in front of got a little windswept and almost collapsed. Luckily we have some manly men that straightened it out juuust as I was walking down the aisle (sensing a theme?).
• We forgot to give the recessional music to our sound guy. The rest of the ceremony was live music (I have an incredibly talented family!) though, and the clapping and cheering covered it up nicely.
• Apparently, it was cold? I gotta tell you, I didn't feel it, and if you know me you know that's strange.
• Our wedding was the day before Father's Day, so for those traveling down to San Diego, traffic was not kind.

BUT. Oh my goodness, best day of my life. I'll let the pictures speak for me (but imagine me blubbering):