My Husband

My husband has always been a deep thinker. Sometimes he may think too deeply, if that’s possible, but he’s often right about a lot of things. His thoughts are what lured me to him-he was mysterious, and I liked that. Though, he could be wishy-washy at times, and he upset me more than usual, his unsureness about us was what made him all the more appealing to me. He often drifted without notice-for weeks at a time. There were reasons, of course, for his absence. Reasons that I was completely unaware of-or maybe blind to-at the time. One of the main reasons, I will not go into now-maybe another time; but another reason was his deep thinking. I fell in love with him easily, and I wasn’t afraid of it. He was a lot harder to convince, though, of his love for me. It took time. As he drifted, I tried to forget about him, thinking that maybe we would never be. I still had a feeling deep within that he was the one, but I often tried to get out quickly before I became too wrapped up. It was too late, of course, but I hadn’t realized that. He didn’t know it, and neither did I, but he had me already. And then one day, I decided to wait. I knew I loved him, and I knew he loved me; I wanted to show him that I would wait forever for him if I had to. So I waited. Finally, he came around, texting me late one night saying, “Are you my girlfriend?” out of the blue. And so I was. We moved in together seven months later, and less than a year after that, we were married. Here we are now.

He has fallen asleep before me tonight, and I can’t help but look at him as he sleeps, breathing softly. He has a scar on his nose, lips that seem to fit mine like a puzzle piece that was missing, and the longest lashes I’ve seen. His face has handsome angles and his teeth are straight-not in a way that is perfect but in a way that is his. His hands are large, almost twice the size of mine, and he is tall and skinny, but in a good way. I feel so incredibly lucky that I am the one able to watch him sleep at night. I will be the one to watch him laugh, cry, fear, reminisce… for the rest of our lives.

We’ve come a long way, it seems. My best friend is my husband; I feel as if life cannot get any better than that.

With time

(I will continue with wedding recaps in future posts… I just thought I’d share some thoughts for now)

Married life is continuously stressful–I will not lie. I love my husband, and he makes me incredibly happy, but living with his parents has taken a toll on us both. Not that his parents aren’t great–I adore them–but we need our own place, not just a little room. At first, they offered us their basement, which would have given us plenty of our own space, but due to their basement being unfinished, we are staying in Josh’s old bedroom, which is far from perfect. Don’t get me wrong; I’m incredibly greatful that they’re allowing us to take a room in their home until we are able to find–and afford–a place of our own, but it has become tiring.

Josh and I are nowhere near ready to buy a home, so we’re looking for an apartment or even a small house to rent. However, in our small town, it’s hard to find either. So far, we’re doing okay. Yes, just okay. We have managed to cram everything we need into the confines of Josh’s old bedroom, and so far, we haven’t gone crazy. There have been arguments, though… About small things, of course, but arguments, nonetheless.

I look forward to finding a place that is just right for us. I know it will take time, and I’m trying my hardest to be as patient as I can possibly be.

Short Hiatus

I figured I’d stop by to say hello. It’s been a while, and soon, I will be back to continue updating with wedding pictures and what has happened in my life since then. Right now, we are in the process of moving (where to, you ask? with Josh’s parent’s, that’s where. more on that later…) and life has been mostly about that the past few days. On another note, I got a new job at a hotel working third shift; it’s not that bad, though. I won’t be able to get on the internet much (except at work, and even then, it’s limited) until we buy a wireless router for my in-laws’ house. I honestly cannot wait to get back to reading your posts and writing some more of my own.

Keep writing.

Pre-wedding jitters

On June 17, the morning of my wedding, I woke up at 6:45. I had to be at my hair appointment at nine (which was an hour from where I was staying–at my parent’s house). After showering and stopping through McDonald’s to get a chicken biscuit, it hit me. I was getting married that very day.

Mom and I made our way to my hair appointment. I had wanted to wear my hair down and curly, but at the last minute, I decided to do a cute updo so that I could easily shove my veil into the mound of curls on the back of my head, without having to worry about it falling out. After that, I went over to the mall to have my makeup done at Clinique. I never wear makeup. I mean, I did when I was in middle school, but after being in high school, I just felt prettier when I was completely natural. My makeup ended up turning out really great, however. Then it was time to rush back to my parent’s house.

I checked into our hotel suite around one in the afternoon, so that I could get ready there. I felt like I had all the time in the world, but before I knew it, it was three (the time for the photographer to be there). My family (who had been patiently waiting with me) left, and I became incredibly nervous for the first time that day. I think it showed in a few of the photos, but… Jason did a great job of hiding my nervous smile.

Then… it was off to wait for my cousin, David, and his wife to take me to the church… While my hands shook and my heart pounded with excitement.

Professional wedding photo

Let me start off by saying: our wedding photographer, Jason Fouts, was/is amazing! He’s a friend of ours, and he hasn’t been doing weddings for too long, but you can’t even tell! Here’s a little teaser for all of you, and when I have more time, I’ll be posting more.