that time we got married

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

So I'm 3 months after the fact, but now that it's "someday" and we can all have a good laugh about it raining all day, here it is.
It was awesome.

*Sorry, but this one's going to be pretty endless. But this is our diary, so... #sorrywerenotsorry

We woke up to pouring rain. My mom and I went to get my hair did then picked Drew up and made our merry, slippery way to the temple. (late. whoops.)

The sealing was set for 10am, so we checked in my dress and his suit (which got lost), gathered our witnesses, and got ourselves set. It was so lovely. We didn't know the man who sealed us, but he was an emeritus member of the Quorum of the Seventy and was so sweet and gentle.

I'm getting cheesy, are you ready? Everything just melted away. I was nervous and my hair was doing weird stuff and there were people there I hadn't even met yet but literally none of that mattered because everything I've ever worried about just stopped. Like, really legitimate things to concern myself over were swirling around the whole day and all of its happenings, and it just plain didn't matter, because that promise we made mattered more than any of it.

I think often on the significance of our sealing, and I could write a very short and awkward book on it, but suffice it to say, it's pretty much changed everything. 
My sister has told me that a few months after her wedding, she told her husband that actually marriage was really nice, and he asked her, "Well, what were you expecting?" It's cute. And they're so funny.
I had a lot of fearful expectations but they really just don't matter now. I know that there are very real concerns to be considered. But even though there are always chances that things in life will go terribly wrong, the fear about those things doesn't grip me the way it did. Because the hard part is behind me now. The choice is made, and the life is new. President Monson shared, "choose your love, love your choice." We will face a lot of trials, and heaven knows we've already had some of those come at us. It's all about faith now. We have so much faith in the Lord's plan for families.

I don't feel like a new human and I don't feel like I've left myself behind. My problems didn't go away and in fact I face new ones every day but all of them are a lot more okay now because I have an ultimate cheerleader who must cheer me on forever because he promised it in the holy temple and I am just so grateful for that. 
(In all seriousness, there was no promise for cheering but we promised each other support so I consider it synonymous in most cases.)

tl;dr love this husband guy and families are for eternity.

So after our sealing I got to put on my flowy dress and fix my hair in the lovely bride's room in the temple, and went upstairs to see my new husband. And I forgot a lot of times to call him that. 
The temple workers really get a kick out of asking you for your name just to see if you remember to give your new one... I didn't, but it didn't matter because it's not much different anyway. Joke's on them.

We came out of the temple to a lovely downpour and all of our loved ones waiting with umbrellas to welcome us into our new life. I mean, is there anything better?

TEMPLE TIME

(ALL PHOTOS BY BEN ALLRED PHOTOGRAPHY)

Aruba, aruba

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Don't worry, no one's off to the Caribbean.


(start at 2:54)
Everyone remember this song?
Drew does...

Today on the way back from church, a very long chain of song-stuck-in-the-head led to Drew singing a rendition of this song where, instead of "ashira ashira ashira" he sang "aruba aruba aruba."

It was the best. We decided it was because we just watched that episode of The Office where Andy comes back from his boat trip.
Anyway, it pretty much made my day.
(Watch the whole video though, because that song is so sweet.)

Just jamming to made up songs like a rock star.

Lemonade Folk Festival

Friday, July 11, 2014

The day after the Fourth of July, our cousins had a really awesome concert in the lawn and called it the lemonade folk festival. They made homemade lemonades and had all these really cool people to come play and it was just a grand old time.
Drew and I even got to work the drinks.

Manning the lemonade stand

Parading

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Last year one of the funnest (I don't believe in the phrase "most fun") things we did together was explore the parade of homes--but we signed on a little late or something so I think we only got to go to like 3 houses.
This year we really churned through 'em, though.


I always get warned about how it'll make me hate my life and want to go out and spend a million dollars on house things. (Which is partly true.)

But the parade of homes just makes me super excited and then when I see the exact same chairs/stools that we have, in like 6 of these fancy homes, I think, YEAH WHAT'S UP plus I got those on KSL for like 75% off. So it's really awesome.

So without further ado or borderline #humblebragging,
Let us guide you on a photo journey through the Parade of Homes highlight reel:

The blue footies. Does it get more sophisticated?

 Let's start with the favorite. This house in Highland was a dream. A normal-budget house with so much light and a really clean, happy design.
I mean, TALK ABOUT A PICTURE WINDOW

July Comma Fourth of

Sunday, July 6, 2014

We had sort of a weird Fourth of July, which is already weird because I'm really not used to it being that big of a deal.

I mean, in D.C., my family would go watch the fireworks by the Washington Monument, I've never gone a Fourth without wearing that red white and blue (I may have counted red hair as my Official Display of Color a time or two), and I've seen a parade or two in my days.

But no one lives to party for the Fourth like Provo.

And if you've ever wondered what 4pm looks like on the 3rd of July in Provo: picture all of the spare couches, inflatable mattresses, picnic tables, camp chairs, and deemed-grass-stain-able blankets owned by all of Provo--all sitting on both sides of University Avenue, waiting for the parade in the morning. It was nuts.

But then we accidentally slept through the parade anyway, so whoops. Strike one?

The only part of the Freedom Festival we saw.
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