Thursday, July 4, 2013

why my wedding day was NOT the best day of my life

So I've just kind of come to accept that right now I'm kind of horrible at being a regular blogger. I wish I could be all legit and write something awesome every day, or remember to take pictures of the cool things I do, or have hilarious things to say all the time... But the truth is... my blog will probably never be a regular thing. It'll probably continue to go in random spurts just like it always has. And you know what? That's okay with me. :) So here goes my first post in three months!

Throughout my whole life, people have always told me that my wedding day would be the best day of my entire life.  But they were wrong.

My wedding day WAS wonderful. It was the day I did the best thing I've ever done. I knelt across an altar in a holy temple and was sealed for time and all eternity to my very best friend.

But on my wedding day, I was also exhausted. My face hurt from smiling so much. I hardly ate any food (other than the one bite of cake that Husband smashed in my face) all day. It was reeeeeeally hot in that wedding dress. Things were stressful. My shoulders hurt from trying not to slouch. So many people stepped on my dress that it ripped in the back. My veil weighed five-hundred pounds, I swear.

My wedding day was not the best day of my life.

You know what was? It was the next day. Waking up with the sun and rolling over to see the person I love more than anything in the world smiling at me with those sleepy, I-just-woke-up-and-aren't-I-the-cutest-thing-ever eyes.

And then the next day after that was the new best day of my life. And then the day after that.

Every day I'm married to him is the new best day of my life.

Getting married is fun. But it's not as fun as being married.

I love hearing Husband talk in his sleep. He says the funniest things! ("No, you got it all wrong! I wanted beef and CHEESE!")

I love it when Husband leaves notes for me on the shower walls with washable bathtub crayons ("Waking up next to you makes waking up worth it.")

I love making dinner every night and sharing it with the kind of guy that thinks every single meal I make is the best thing he's ever tasted in his life. ("Seriously, babe, this is the best thing EVER!")

I love having a new last name. And not just any last name. His.

I love holding hands in church. I mean, we could do that before we were married, but I love the way it feels like family now.

I love how when I wake up from a nightmare, my husbands wraps his arms around me and brushes back my hair from my face and whispers that everything is going to be okay, he's got me.

I love sharing things. And maybe I won't always love that, but for now, it's definitely a favorite thing.

I love slumber parties in the living room when we pull our mattress out and pile it high with couch cushions and pillows and blankets.

The wedding was great, but the days that have followed the wedding day are even better.

If you aren't married, you should look into it. I hiiiiiiiiighly recommend it. :)


And just because I can, here's a photo dump of the wedding day. Enjoy!




 It was a custom dress made from my mom's wedding dress lace. I loved it!





 He didn't get to see the dress until the day of the wedding.





 The look on his face made me so happy!





We were married in the St. George, Utah temple of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
May 4th, 2013


Right after the ceremony.





 Found those shoes on Pinterest! Loved them!


 We had so many people there who loved us!


 Custom-made jewelry made by my daddy. I gave him the design, he created it. It was beautiful!





Not to mention, I inherited the cutest bunch of nieces in the world!
My nephews are just as cute, but I love this picture. :)


 Most attractive man ever, I know. ;)




Who ever said "happily ever after" didn't exist?

I'm the happiest I've ever been in my entire life!