Seeing as Parx is a year old in three weeks, it's probably about time that I write out his birth story so that I don't forget it, right? Also, it's still January so I'm still allowed to make New Year's Resolutions™, and since I've recently stumbled across this old blog, let's see if this Resolution™ of writing in here about our life will stick. I'll take bets if anyone wants to bet on my procrastination skills and history of saying I'll write consistently then being very on-brand for myself and not doing it. We shall see how the cards fall this time. Anyway, here's a picture of Parx now. My perfect 11 month old little best friend: I was pregnant for a grand total of 41 weeks and 2 days, and if anyone knows anything about pregnancy it's that it sucks. Some women are like unicorns and fairies and have beautiful pregnancies where they glow and feel beautiful and just rave over the tiny little life that's growing in their belly. These women are warriors and cry when their baby kicks them because they love their baby so much already. And let me say, I did love Parx when he was in my belly. I did. But I didn't feel this immense connection 99% of the time. I'll admit I had fleeting moments of pure bliss, and those moments are what sustained the rest of my pregnancy where I honestly just wanted nothing more than for it to end. Looking back, the best part of my pregnancy was that Parx's personality showed before he was even here. Anyone who knows Parx now knows that he loves kicking and jumping, and when he was in the womb he kicked my right rib cage so hard, so often that after he was born I had to have it adjusted because it was flared out. I know, the beauty of creating life, am I right? My pregnancy was full of sleepless nights (due to having to pee every ten minutes, not being able to find a comfortable position, and having heartburn from hell), having to have my back adjusted weekly by a doctor, and drinking so much Dr. Pepper that I'm pretty sure Parx's blood is 30% DP at this point, because that's all that got rid of my nasty heartburn. Anyway. When I went in for my 35 week ultrasound, they told me Parx was measuring about two weeks ahead in weight. Naturally I was freaked out, but hoped that meant he'd come early. Starting at 37 weeks, I did everything I could possibly think of to induce labor naturally. I tried primrose oil, bouncing on an exercise ball, curb walking, a famous garlic pizza that people swear puts you into labor, eating whole pineapples, and so much more. I even pumped 2.5 oz of colostrum a full week before he was born. Parx was very stubborn then, just like he's pretty stubborn now. A few days before my scheduled induction, I was having consistent contractions all evening. They started to get closer together and a little more painful, so we went in to the hospital. We were there for about two hours while they monitored my contractions and unfortunately I didn't progress at all so they sent me home. It was so frustrating!! I decided that night that my fate was determined for me and that I'd just be going in on Monday for my induction. Monday night rolls around and we decide to go to JCW's for my final big meal before the big day. I'll admit it was really nice to be able to plan out my last day, take some "last minute maternity" photos, spend a relaxing afternoon with my guy and my pup, and head to the hospital calmly without being in pain. We rolled into the hospital at 7:00 PM on Monday, February 20th. We got all settled into our room at Orem Community Hospital and the nurse started Cervidil, which is a medication designed to soften the cervix to make induced labor easier on the body. She came and checked me for dilation every hour, and gave me an IV of a light pain medication to help with contractions. My nurse told me that she'd come in around 6:00 AM and bring me some breakfast before we start the induction because once it started, I wasn't allowed to eat. t around 3:00 AM, my water broke on its own! Can I just say... being at the hospital when your water breaks is a great experience. 10/10, would recommend. I got up and went to the bathroom while Logan called my nurse. Right after my water broke, active labor started and contractions became so painful that I couldn't even think straight. I thought I was in the bathroom for maybe 15-20 minutes standing against the sink, but apparently I was in there for an hour or so. Logan and my nurse helped me walk back to bed and asked if I wanted an epidural. My biggest concern was that the epidural would stop working before it was time to push, but they assured me that it would still be working, so I agreed. My sweet nurse told Logan to run and grab me something from the snack room. He tried to feed me some yogurt but it wasn't working. I appreciated their efforts nonetheless. The anesthesiologist showed up and he was literally a gift straight from heaven. I didn't even feel him put the needle in, and the relief was instant. I looked him right in the eyes and told him I loved him so much I could kiss him and that he deserved a raise, haha. After the epidural settled in, they gave me Pitocin to speed things up and Logan and I got some sleep. We called our parents and they showed up in the early hours of the morning to hang out and wait. I progressed at a steady speed, and didn't feel any pain at all. I was able to get some sleep, put on some makeup, relax, and joke around. I was able to feel and move my legs, and I was even able to use my feet to push my hips up off the bed. The epidural was administered perfectly. Around 9:00 AM, my nurse checked me and I was at a 10. She put a peanut ball between my legs and had me lay on my side for an hour to allow the baby to progress into the canal before we started pushing. Labor and delivery were nothing like I anticipated. When the nurse said it was time to start pushing, Logan came on one side and she went to the other. I could feel the pressure of my contractions, but no pain. We calmly pushed during contractions and calmly laughed and joked between them. It was overall a very pleasant experience for me. I pushed for an hour and a half, and Parx was born at 11:40 AM on February 21, 2017. Right when the doctor pulled him out, he said, "that's a big baby!" He weighed 8 lbs 11 oz. and was 21 inches long. Immediately after he was out I yelled, "I'm not pregnant anymore!" (I told you guys I hated it) and my doctor replied, "well, technically you still are because the placenta is still in there." So I looked at him and demanded he "get it out," hahaha. I really, honestly loved labor and delivery. It was empowering and I was able to get up and walk within an hour after he was born. There were no complications with any aspect of my labor, and I'm super grateful for that fact. Parx was super chubby and yummy and he loved being under the water for his bath. Logan was immediately a great dad. We stayed at the hospital until Thursday. It was snowing the day Parx was born, and it snowed throughout the rest of the week. We were blessed to have so many wonderful friends and family members visit us at the hospital and at home in the days following his birth. Our photographer came back on Thursday before we were discharged to do a little session in the hospital.
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Okay, I'll admit it - I'm a little behind on this post. Shocker. Our second anniversary was August 22nd, and as per tradition, we had the lovely Kesler Ottley take our family photos. Kesler is a wonderful friend of ours who I have loved having take our anniversary photos for the past two years. He also took my family's photos last year! He's the sweetest guy, and a phenomenal photographer. Seriously, check him out. Anyway. This year was fun because we were about 13 weeks pregnant when we took these photos, and Kesler had no idea until he showed up. It was so fun to be able to tell him and to have him capture our little "announcement" and to have these photos as keepsakes. Another fun part of this shoot was that Kesler had this awesome idea to have us step into the lake, and he also filmed a short video of the whole thing. It was amazing and such a fun and new experience. If your photographer has an idea - just go with it! It turns out awesome, I promise. This post serves no purpose other than to show you some of my favorite shots from the session. I loved them all and it was so hard to narrow it down, but I've done it... kind of. ;) Here's how I announced our pregnancy. I posted this on our two year anniversary, a few days after we learned that our little one is a boy: Happy anniversary to the best husband I could have ever asked for. Life with you has been an absolute adventure and I've loved every aspect of it. You are my absolute best friend and biggest supporter. I can't wait to see what adventures the future holds for us. In the past two years, we've: - lived in two apartments - bought a new car - traveled to six countries and ten states - visited five national parks on multiple occasions (and many other state parks and national forests) - climbed countless mountains - rappelled through arches - backpacked through the world's longest and deepest slot canyon - adopted the world's cutest dog - adopted and had to rehome three wonderful chinchillas (who I miss regularly) - watched multiple tv series - dipped our toes into the startup world - had a total of seven jobs between the two of us - decided to start a family I cannot wait to welcome a little mini-you to our family in February. I hope he's everything you are. If he's half the man you are, I'll be the proudest mom around. I love you. I can't wait to see you take on the title of "dad." Each day my love for my sweet husband and my sweet baby grow and I'm so excited for our family to expand in fourteen and a half short weeks (ahh!). I guess I better start preparing, huh? ;)
First of all, I wanted to say thank you for the overwhelming amount of love and support I received from my last blog post. I was blown away by how much love this little one already has surrounding him. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Also, for the record, I vowed to never use the word "bumpdate," but I guess pregnancy changes you in more ways than you realize it will, and here I am. Logan posted a picture of us on his Instagram yesterday, and it felt like at least one thousand people commented about how they were finally able to see my "bump," so I figured it's only fair that I post a real update as to how things have been going. The picture on the left was taken by Kesler Ottley at the beginning of August, and I was about 13 or 14 weeks along. We hadn't publicly announced the pregnancy yet, and I was barely showing (even though it felt like I was showing a lot!) Today, I'm 20 weeks and 2 days along. I had no idea that people measured weeks with days attached to them before I got pregnant, but now that I am, I fully understand that everyday is an accomplishment and everyday is one day closer to not being pregnant anymore. So, 20+2 is where I stand. ;) My weeks change on Sundays, which has been nice because it's easy to keep track of. And as of this past Sunday, I'm officially "halfway" to full term. I'm also halfway through my second trimester, which is incredible and so wonderful. I've read so many things about "what to expect" during pregnancy, and I've had the opportunity to interact with a lot of other pregnant girls, and I've realized it's not really fair to "expect" anything, because every pregnancy is different at every single stage. I read that morning sickness should stop by the time you hit your second trimester (about 14 weeks) and if it doesn't, you'll likely throw up your whole pregnancy. Well, week 14 came and went and I was still throwing up everyday, so I became super bummed out. Luckily for me, the morning sickness stopped at about week 18, and I feel like I'm on top of the world now! I've been inspired by Hailey Devine's bumpdate videos, because I think this is the type of stuff I'll want to remember. I'm documenting most of this in my Promptly Journal, but I'm a fan of online documentation too. I'm not a videographer, and I don't really want to be on camera, so you'll get the watered down text version. How far along are you? 20 weeks and 2 days along! My apps tell me that I've been pregnant for 142 days so far. The baby is about the size of a large mango, and at our ultrasound appointment last week, they guessed that he weighed about 11.5 ounces and was roughly 10 inches long. I have NO idea where he's hiding in my stomach. I feel like that's huge! It's been crazy to see how fast he's grown over the past few weeks. I'm looking forward to the next few weeks to see how big he gets as he puts on fat. How much weight have you gained? I started pretty small anyway, but as of last Monday at my appointment, I've gained roughly 10 pounds. Luckily it's mostly in my middle section and I haven't noticed any changes in my face, legs, or arms. Even if I did, it would be fine. I've just noticed how weird it feels to have so much of your body changing at the same time. I realize it's for a beautiful purpose, but it's never happened before, and it feels so strange! I haven't felt bad about my body so far, and I'm very grateful for that. Are you wearing maternity clothes? Oh yes. I haven't been able to button my regular pants since about week 9. I popped out quickly, haha. I didn't want to buy maternity clothes for a while because I felt so guilty about it, but the minute I bought clothes that stretched with my belly, I was in heaven. If I could give any newly pregnant girls advice, it would be to just buy the dang clothes. It's worth it to feel comfy and to feel cute! You feel better when your clothes actually fit. (Well, at least I do!) How is your sleep? It comes and goes, but for the most part I can sleep well if I have a pillow supporting my belly, one supporting my back, one between my knees, and one behind my head. (Bless Logan's heart for dealing with me.) Best moment this week? Logan felt the baby kick for the first time on Sunday night! It was so fun to be able to share that with him! The baby is still not super strong, so even though I can feel him move quite a bit, it's hard to feel him on the outside, so it was awesome to be able to feel him kick from the inside at the same moment Logan felt him from the outside. Weird pregnancy moment? I think the weirdest part of being pregnant has been watching my body change so rapidly. It feels like I've grown a ton every time I look in the mirror. There are so many changes happening at once - it's a lot to process. Movement? Yes, I feel him quite a bit! And now Logan has felt him. I'm hoping the movements increase because it makes it feel more real and more "worth it." Food Cravings? Dr. Pepper. All the freakin' time. Anything making you queasy? Not anymore, thankfully! It's been SO NICE to not have any food aversions anymore, and to not dread waking up because I know it means I'm going to throw up. Food is becoming my friend again and I'm super grateful for that. Gender? Boy, boy, boy! I was convinced he was going to be a girl for the first 15 weeks. So was everyone else! When the ultrasound tech said "it's a boy!" I was shocked. I thought that if I found out he was a boy, I'd be disappointed because I was so convinced he was a girl, but I wasn't disappointed at all. I'm so, so excited! I can't wait. What are you looking forward to? I'm really looking forward to getting his nursery set up. I have a lot of ideas and a lot of DIY projects that I want to do, and it's making it all so exciting for me! And now, the moment you've all been waiting for... My sweet baby boy,
We are halfway through this pregnancy, and your dad and I are becoming more anxious and excited to meet you everyday. I have to admit, it took a while to get me to this point. At first, I felt very unprepared. I was scared and fearful of the unknown. Will I be a good mom? Will I be able to handle being pregnant? What if I can't fall asleep or get comfortable at the end of pregnancy? Will I be able to handle going through labor? What if something goes wrong? Honestly, the questions never stopped. For weeks I worried about my inadequacy and wondered how on earth Heavenly Father has trusted me with you. It didn't feel real. When I saw the "positive" pregnancy test, I panicked. Yes, we had been trying to conceive, but I didn't anticipate it happening as quickly as it did, and I didn't feel prepared. It took me a few weeks to "get on board" with the idea of being pregnant. Of course I have always wanted you. I've dreamed about you since the day we got married. It's just overwhelming and scary to realize that you're real and you're coming and that our lives will be changed forever - even if it's one of the most beautiful changes we'll experience together. But now, little one? Now, I am ready and I am excited. I can't stop thinking about you. I've thought of who you'll be and what kind of mom I want to be. I've cried tears of joy at thinking about how you and I both lucked out with you having the best dad in the world. The anxiety still comes, and I still wonder if I'm cut out to be your mom, but then comes the peace. The peace of knowing that you chose us is so beautiful, and I hope and pray daily that we can be the parents you deserve. I have so many hopes and dreams for you, and I promise you that we'll do everything we can do make sure that you have every opportunity to become the person your Heavenly Father intends you to become. So dear baby boy, I hope that you'll be brave. Life gets scary, little man. There will be big, scary mountains to climb (but don't worry, your dad will teach you how to climb all of them), and you could easily fall and get hurt, but I hope you climb them anyway. Always remember that you can do hard things. I know that because half of you is made up from your dad, and he does more hard things than almost anyone I know. I hope you'll have courage. But I don't just mean the courage to do hard things. I mean the courage to stand up for what you believe in and to advocate for others - even when you don't necessarily see eye to eye. I hope you'll have the courage to be yourself when others push you to be someone else. Courage doesn't come easy, but I hope you fight to always have it. I hope you'll be kind. I pray that you'll see the beauty in others and strive to always be kind. The world is full of bad people, but it's also full of wonderful people. I hope you'll be kind to everyone you meet, regardless of how you perceive them to be. I hope you understand the importance of love and strive to be like your Savior. There will be many things you'll regret in your life, but I promise you'll never regret being kind. I hope you'll be strong. Physically and emotionally, I hope you put in the work it takes to be a strong person. This doesn't mean you won't feel sad or need to cry it out sometimes. It means that you understand that strong people ask for help and help others around them. Strong bodies create strong minds. Take care of yourself. Eat healthy food (but don't obsess. Also eat the cookies.) and be active. Be active in whatever way makes you happy. Play sports, dance, hike, do yoga. Your body is a gift. Use it and take care of it so you can be strong for yourself and strong for others. I hope you'll pray often. Life is beautiful. I hope you'll pray with gratitude when it feels that way. Life is hard. I hope you'll pray with pleading when it feels that way. Life is confusing. I hope you'll pray with questions when you have them. I promise you, my love, your Heavenly Father listens to those prayers and He will always be with you. Learn to appreciate a good, honest conversation with Him. I hope you'll be open minded. The world is full of billions of unique and incredible people. Most of them won't agree with you on most things. Each person leads an entirely individual and unique life with various perspectives on everything you can possibly imagine. Don't push away change or the unfamiliar. Listen. Learn. Love. Grow. Share your thoughts and opinions, but do it in a respectful way, and always stand up for others' right to do the same thing. Realize that we are all unique for a special purpose. Be kind and open minded. I promise that you'll grow in ways you never realized you could. I hope you'll work hard. Nothing in life is free. Sometimes it might seem like it is or that you deserve it to be, but that's not the case. Work hard, play hard. Listen to your dad. Watch him. Learn from him. Take his work ethic and emulate it. Work hard in school, in work, in your relationships, on your testimony. The payoff is always worth it. The struggle is always worth it. I hope you'll have charity. Everyone that you encounter in your life is going through their own battles. Pray to find those around you who need an extra boost. Give of your time and talents and efforts freely. Don't expect anything in return. Love unconditionally and give openly. There are fewer things in life that bring greater joy than giving to others. I hope you'll travel. There is so much to see and learn in this world that exist out of the comfort of your own home. Travel often and learn about cultures and values and people and places. Travel alone, with your friends, with your spouse, with us. Eat foods that you're not used to and scramble through a conversation with someone who speaks another language. It will help you understand the beauty in differences. Cherish that beauty. I hope you'll laugh often and explore. Use your imagination, little one. Technology is wonderful, but it's not everything. Go outside. Play with blocks and build things. Create. Share your thoughts and imagination in ways that push you to grow them into more ideas and a bigger imagination. Never lose your childish spirit. Life is so wonderful. Explore it. Make jokes and learn to laugh at yourself. I hope you'll be patient. Sometimes (okay, a lot of the time), things don't go as planned. People will let you down. Please be patient with them. Try to understand that most of the time, people don't do things to intentionally hurt you. Be understanding. Let people make mistakes. Love them anyway, and talk through your problems. Don't hold grudges. I hope you'll be confident. Know your worth. You are gold. You are a son of your Heavenly Father, and you have infinite worth and potential. Understand what you deserve out of life, but always be humble in your accomplishments. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I hope you're like your dad. I hope I can be the kind of mom you need so I can help you learn who you are and learn who you want to become. I promise I'll try my hardest. I love you so much already, and I cannot wait for you to get here. I am so excited to see you being held by your dad, kissed by your puppy, and loved by more people than you'll ever imagine. You are so special, and I hope to be the kind of mom who can show you just how special you are. Thanks for choosing me. I will do my best to not let you down. I was looking through some old blogs and found the story of our first date. Here you go!So, two Wednesdays ago, Sarah texted me and said, “but wait. i know who you need to date.” and sent me the following picture: Look at that cutie. AND he’s holding a razor scooter. I replied “umm sarah he is so cute why have you never shown him to me before?” and she said “he just got off his mission today.” Yes, folks. That day. So, I looked him up on Facebook. Whattya know? 6 mutual friends. Sarah is one, my cousin Kaitlin is one, and our friend Krysten is one. So I start a group message on my iPhone with those three girls and I say something along the lines of, “okay ladies, it’s time to brainstorm. how are we going to get Logan to date me?” They all laughed and thought it was so funny, but I was serious! Krysten says she’s actually really good friends with him and that she was currently texting him, and invited me to his homecoming that following Sunday. Sunday morning rolls around, I get ready for the day - lookin’ mad fly, mind you - and make the 25 minute drive to Logan’s wardhouse for his homecoming. He went to the Dominican Republic, and his English was super choppy. It was probably the cutest thing I’d ever seen. His last four companions were all native Spanish speakers, so he only spoke Spanish for the entire last year of his mission. His intonation was very Spanish-oriented, and he kept mixing up phrases. It was obvious he was super nervous. At the end of his talk, he said “I’m going to bear my testimony in Spanish”, and he instantly squared his shoulders and just started speaking with such confidence in himself. I don’t speak Spanish, but I understood him fully. It was beautiful. Then he tried to say the same thing in English, and didn’t do so hot, haha. After the talk, we went over to his house for some good old Mormon food. Kaitlin, Krysten, and I ran into our friend Braydon, who happens to live across the street from Logan and is really good friends with him. We spent most of the homecoming party talking to him, while Logan was making the rounds saying hi to people he hadn’t seen in two years. We ended up being the last friends at his house, and he sat with us and started talking to us. My friends introduced us, and that was that. I started talking to Braydon about my Half Christmas party that I was planning to have the next Tuesday. Logan heard me talk about it and asked if he could come (which was part of my plan the entire time so there’s that). I go home that night and friend request him on Facebook and send him a message saying something along the lines of “It was nice meeting you today! You did great on your talk. :) You better come on Tuesday!” and he replied something like “so we’re real friends now right?” because it was on Facebook. I told him that real friends text, so he asked me for my number. (Also a part of my plan from the beginning.) We start texting and snapchatting fairly consistently.. just getting to know each other and such. He tries to compliment my hair and asks me, “How long do you have with it?” hahaha. His broken English is arguably the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. Tuesday rolls around, and he comes to my party with my cousin Kaitlin. It was obvious that he felt somewhat awkward, because he hadn’t been to a normal social function in two years, haha. But he held his own nicely. My friends all loved him. He got along really well with Keston, which makes my entire life awkward, but that’s another story for another day. I was flirting with him, and it was really fun! I was impressed with how low his level of awkward was. After he left, Kaitlin was live tweeting things he was saying and he was talking about how he wanted to kiss me and such. Fast forward to Saturday, and he asks me if I have plans that night. (Guys I’m stoked.) I met him at his house, and we went on a double date with his younger brother, Mason. We went to pick up the girl Mason was taking, Kaylee, and while Mason was at the door, Logan looked at me and said, “so, this is the first date I’ve been on with someone other than Paige in four years.. so forgive me if I don’t know how to act.” (Paige is his ex girlfriend. They dated for two years before his mission.. and broke up about a year after he left.) I just laughed and said it was fine. We went bowling at this crappy bowling alley, and we were the only four people in the entire place. We all took turns choosing the music videos to play on the screen. Logan and Mason are actually crazy, hahaha. They were dancing like maniacs the whole time. Every time they made a spare or a strike, they did this fantastic hip thrusting dance. I have a video of it - maybe I’ll post it later. The whole time we were bowling, I was kind of just looking at Logan with heart eyes, if you will. It was so fun to be hanging out with someone who I know is a worthy priesthood holder, super cute, and really fun all at once. I loved that he was so comfortable with himself that he could dance like an idiot in front of me on our first date After we went bowling, we drove out to mile marker 19, and the boys built a bonfire at Utah Lake. The entire way there (it’s about a 40 minute drive), Logan and I were jamming music so hard. Mason and Kaylee were talking in the backseat, and we kind of had two separate dates going on. Logan has fantastic taste in music.. minus the fact that he doesn’t like country music. Although, he did say that he might even give country music a chance for someone like me. ;) We jammed A Day To Remember, He Is We, All Time Low, Lostprophets, The Starting Line, Skrillex.. everything. It was SO AWESOME. I was so excited, haha. He was singing and dancing in the car like we’d known each other for years. I felt so comfortable the entire time. He’s really easy to talk to. We got to the lake, and the boys built a fire and talked about how manly they are while simultaneously complaining about the bugs and squirming anytime a mosquito landed on either of them. It was hilarious. They brought the stuff to make homemade ice cream, so we started to kick the tin back and forth and we just talked and laughed. After a few minutes, we decided to all sit in the back of the car and eat our ice cream. The batch Logan and I made turned out to be actual ice cream.. the batch that Mason and Kaylee made ended up being more like milk, haha. After a little, Logan and I climbed onto the top of the car and just talked while we looked at the stars. Mason and Kaylee stayed in the car. I have no idea what they did, minus when Mason turned on the car for the air conditioner, haha. We laid on the car, and each shared our “story”. I was pleased to hear some things that made him more human. It’s always kind of intimidating to date an RM with my past, ya know? But he’s super down to earth and really accepting. He had his hand on my leg, and it was just calm and really nice. I felt super comfortable with him. We stayed at the lake for a few hours, and left at around 11:30 because Kaylee needed to be home at midnight (she’s still in high school, haha). But the whole trip to the lake was fantastic. We had a really good time. The drive home was awesome, because we jammed music again. If there is no connection between us about anything other than just one aspect of our personalities, it’s music. But we fit together in a lot of other ways anyway, so that’s irrelevant. As we got closer to Kaylee’s house, the boys decided to throw on their “song”. It was some dubstep song, and they danced like idiots the whole time. I was so happy. We got back to his house and he walked me to my car. We talked for a few minutes, and I could tell that he wanted to kiss me but was nervous. You can’t blame the kid, he hasn’t had any female contact in two years, and before that it was the same female for two years. Being on a date with me was entirely foreign to him. So, I kissed him. Surprisingly enough, it was really great.. and if I didn’t know that he hadn’t kissed anyone in two years, I wouldn’t have ever guessed. It felt really natural and honestly I just really enjoyed it. I didn’t want to stop kissing him. But after a few minutes, I did.. because I didn’t want to overwhelm him, and I realized we were standing in the street, ha. We said goodnight and I went home. Guys, I got butterflies. We’ve been texting and snapchatting pretty consistently since then, and things are going well. We had the talk that we are both dating other people, but we’re honest with each other.. so that’s good. The other night, he said to me “Wanna know a secret? On the mish I told everyone that I was going to come home and find a cute girl who knows more about music than I do, sings, plays an instrument, is down to earth, and has a testimony. And what do you know? The first girl I date.” jfkdlsa;djs Hi, I’m being shy. Also, I convinced him to come with me to a rodeo this coming Saturday.. even though he said he would never go. I am so excited. OH by the way, he’s incredible at playing the piano. Here is a video of him playing, just in case you don’t believe me. Basically, I like him. And I’m excited to see where things go. :) Who would have thought that just over two and a half years later, we'd be married for a year and a half, living in our second apartment with a dog and three chinchillas, about to leave on a trip to Europe, with multiple vacations, memories, and dates behind us.
I sure do love my awkward boyfriend. ;) |