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"THE GREATEST WORK YOU WILL EVER DO
WILL BE WITHIN THE WALLS OF YOUR OWN HOME"

Before / After

Breakfast in Bed

Breakfast: The most important meal of the day.
Bed: The place where everyone would rather be right now.

For me, Breakfast in Bed was the only thing that kept me from saying "This was the worst day ever"

Greg works Tuesdays through Saturdays, and he gets Mondays off. So on Monday we plan all of our activities that take time. We only have bikes for transportation so its a real trip when we have to go shopping or do the laundry. But on this Monday, we had a van. Greg's parents allowed us to borrow the van in exchange for fixing it up and getting it ready to sell. So we had several things planned for today and Greg started out by making me pancakes and we ate them between the warm covers together. They were light, fluffy, with butter and sweet syrup. They were the best pancakes I've had so far.

After we cleaned up, we started running our errands. And it just so happened that everywhere we went, something went terribly wrong. EVERY SINGLE ERRAND went bad, it was awful. But the pancakes were great.

Breakfast in bed is an often overlooked romantic luxury. The idea of your husband getting out of bed before you just to surprise you with a wonderful morning treat. It's funny how that little act kept me optimistic throughout the day. If you know the someone you care about is going to have a rough day or already had a rough day. I highly recommend breakfast in bed.

I feel really bad though cause after all that, we still didn't get the van fully fixed. So we will have to try again.

3 Weeks Today

So I made the most amazing Stew today. I was actually quite surprised it turned out so well. I just threw everything into the crock pot. And it was really good. I just thought I would let you all know that.
I also realized today, while Greg and I were working on washing the dishes, that we've been married for 3 weeks. And then it set in, we have a long way to go till our 10 year anniversary. (40 years if you didn't catch that the first time).

You Know It's True Love When...

1. You wake up in the morning with bad breath and he still wants to kiss you.
2. You both race to the bathroom, even though one of you doesn't really have to go
3. He hugs the iron and mop and says "My preeeciousss...", and you gather all the power tools and keep them safe in your secret spot.
4. He refuses to let you do the dishes because he knows you hate to do them and he would gladly do them for you.
5. He gives you a back massage every night because he wants to.
6. You would rather sit beside him doing something you don't like while he plays on the computer, then be by yourself doing something you do like.
7. You know it's true love when you write secret love notes to each other in binary.
8. The only thing you don't share is the same type of milk and the same size spoon at breakfast.
9. You still get butterflies when you see his picture.
10. All you want to do for Family Home evening is read from the same book because that means you have to snuggle in closer to see.
11. You stop everything and lay down with him when he's having a bad day.
12. He does the same for you when you have nightmares.
13. He responds to any cutesy name you come up with.
14. You know it's true love when his hugs are some of the greatest things in the world.
    

Stressed... Hair, Church, and Shopping

So Saturday night I had asked Greg to trim my hair for me. I wasn't quite sure how short I wanted it and he wasn't quite sure how to do it. So I showed him the best technique and he did a really good job on the back of my head. But when I went to trim the front, I accidentally cut it to short. So we ended up cutting more then I wanted off. But Greg, my sweet and amazingly understanding husband, fixed it and made it look amazing. Don't you think?

Sunday, we went to our new ward. I was very nervous. I've always got nervous and jittery when i moved into a new school when I was little, but never really about church. I guess now that I don't go to school anymore I had to freak out about something. And it didn't help that Greg kept falling asleep in our very small ward. It was very noticeable that he was sleeping because his head would keep jerking. And I feel really bad because I kept taking my stress and frustration out on him. (Sorry Greg). It's a very split ward, there's either very old people or very young married couples. I think I could count all the teenagers and pre-teens on one hand. And that made me miss my girl-friends in Fairport (Cowgirl Pearl...). So I survived that but all the stress from the day made it hard for me to sleep that night and boy did that cause problems the next day.

So I decided I really needed more milk to have with my cookies this week, so I asked Greg if we could go shopping for some. What a hassle! I was very tired because I couldn't sleep, so I was cranky and woke late in the afternoon. Then we had to get our bikes ready (2 hours) to travel 1 mile down the road in the cold to Wal-Mart. Then on the way my bike broke down so we had to turn around and walk our bikes back then we WALKED in the freezing cold(1 hour). Then we got a much needed bike trailer, to carry stuff around on our only means of transportation, and a very wanted pancake griddle (Greg and I have been craving pancakes with strawberries every morning for the past week). Then we set up the trailer at a near-by gas station so we wouldn't have to carry it all the way home. And my stress level was through the roof with all the problems that we've encountered today.But we survived the assembly of the trailer and made it home in one piece. But once again we were tired and wanted to quit the day. But we still didn't get the milk. So we temporarily fixed my bike through all the frustration we both were going through. Made it to Aldi's and back with out a hitch. And we were so exhausted by then we sat down to a well deserved movie and 1/2 gallon of chocolate milk. Even though there was a lot of anger and emotions aimed at each other, Greg and I were able to bear hug it, and laugh it off. He really is an amazing husband.

One Week and One Day Ago

On February 29, 2008 my high school sweet heart and I were married. Kind of a random day, I know, but we are a very unique couple. Being married is like having a sleepover with your best friend everyday. You play games, laugh, and talk all night long, and then when you wake up the next morning you're startled at first to find someone sleeping in your bed. But then you realize he's yours, and you just want to wake him up so you can snuggle in closer. But being married is not just about the love and gratitude you have for your best friend, it's about hard work and compromise.

When I first started moving in before the wedding our apartment was a mess and even though I asked very nicely several times, my stuff stayed scattered on the floor. And he was consumed by the computer. So for the first week of our marriage, I cleaned up the apartment and sent him to work, I gave him tasks here and there in between the times he was on the computer. And now that I've cleaned and thrown out a lot, we actually have an office where we can sit at our computers and talk. I'm happy that the apartment is clean and he is happy that I cleaned it and now has a place to be comfortable at his computer. So it works for us both.

I'm really glad I married him.