I Love You to the Moon and Back

The last few days have been beautiful in more ways than one. In the last 24 hours I have felt both extreme happiness and also extreme hollowness. This happiness and hollowness are both direct results of this crazy thing we call marriage.

Yesterday marked year one of marriage for me and my sweet Bri Guy. Our celebration was a bit low key, but it was a good one. We had a family reunion in Wyoming over the weekend, so we went to that, and put aside a good amount of "just us" time while there. While traveling home yesterday, my grandma bought us "anniversary pie" when we stopped for lunch. Then when we got home, Brian surprised me with flowers and cheesecake. I guess you could say my calorie intake did some major celebrating. Last night, I just couldn't stop thinking about how much love I felt for my husband, and how grateful I am to call him mine. He's mine for eternity. I wouldn't say I love him more than I did one year ago when we became a Mr. and Mrs., but I do definitely love him deeper. I think there is a difference. I am excited for many years to come, and to watch that love I have for him deepen more and more.

I know the years will bring more trials as well as more happiness, and I'm ready for all of it. I went to sleep with a smile on my face.

This morning was different. While I had been celebrating one year of marriage with my husband, a friend of mine back home was saying goodbye to hers. After an amazing fight against melanoma, my friend's husband passed away. They have a beautiful little girl together. My heart is in shambles as I think about their sweet little family. I hate to think that every year during this time, I will be looking back on the wonderful day I married my husband while my friend might be looking back and remembering the day she lost hers. Life is hard sometimes and I hate that there can be so many questions with unclear answers. That's why it's so important to hang on to what you do know. I don't know why my friend's husband had to die when he was so young. But I do know that they will be reunited one day. I know that families are eternal. And I know our Heavenly Father is there to pull us into the light no matter how lost in darkness we might feel.

I just might hold onto Brian extra tight tonight and have him pray extra hard with me for all families who are losing loved ones.

Sunday Best: Fashionably Late

earrings: Kohls, top: Kohls, capris: Delia's, wedges: Payless 

Yeah, okay, so it's Monday. I get it. Pardon me, but I didn't get home from a little weekend vacay until last night. And then the last thing I wanted to do was blog, especially since yesterday it was mine and BWell's first anniversary! So I was spending time with him.

 However, I still have Sunday Best pics I'd like to share. They are very flattering pictures taken in front of a blindingly colorful building in which my forehead is shining and my eyes are squinting since the sun was blazing into my face (whew, that was a mouthful). 

I think I'd wear this outfit to a Cinco de Mayo party. I'm not sure why. I guess the colors and the flowery top make me feel like eating chips and salsa and whacking a pinata with a stick. Too bad it's not May. But it will be one day. And when it is, I'll wear this to a Cinco de Mayo party and I'll make sure to be fashionably late for that too. But more like a few minutes late. Not a day late. Or else the party might be over.  

Perfect Moments

Everyone has their favorite songs. The ones that instantly make you want to tap your foot and bob your head. The ones you sing into the shampoo bottle while you're having a shower. Well, that song for me is this little gem:

A few weeks ago, when Brian and I were cruising around town, this song came on and I instantly started dancing and singing my heart out. Then I said to Brian, "Can we dance in the moonlight sometime?" And he answered yes.

Last night there was a full moon. A big and bright full moon. At midnight, Brian drove me out of town and to some farmland where we parked near a stack of hay bales with fields of cows on all sides of us (romantic, right?). The frogs were singing and there was an occasional moo, but besides that, the night was silent. That is until Brian turned on my favorite song and led me outside to the back of the truck. He let down the hitch, we hopped in, and there in the bed of the truck we danced in the moonlight. And during those three minutes of dancing around by some farmer's hay stack, I felt completely happy, because I knew I had done something right.

We all know that happy feeling of doing something right. It's like that feeling you had as a kid when you surprised your mom by doing the dishes, or in school when you took a test and absolutely knew you aced it. That's how I felt last night, and then multiplied by a lot. Because I knew marrying Brian was the absolute right thing for me.

Our marriage is definitely not perfect. No marriage is. But I think every marriage can be filled with perfect moments. And last night while dancing in the moonlight, we had ourselves a perfect moment. I just hope the unknown farmer doesn't mind that we trespassed. Then again, he'll probably never know.

This Sunday we will celebrate our first anniversary. I couldn't be happier. I guess this post is dedicated to doing things right. May we all do right in our lives and feel happy.

us at the rodeo:)