This blog is probably going to be more interesting to read if you're a close friend, than anyone else.
This blog is probably going to be cheesy and lame.
Just how I like it.
If you think it's weird...you don't have to read it. :)
Today I was thinking about writing a post, but kept hesitating because I couldn't stop thinking about what people were going to think of it.
Pssh. Over it. I'm typing what I want to, because I can.
One year ago (yesterday), something pretty significant happened. I was planning for a long weekend with my boyfriend (now husband). I had been anxiously and nervously awaiting that weekend, because I had a strange inkling that something significant might happen. I deliberately sorted through my closet only for the cutest outfits, because I had a feeling a few pictures might be taken. I overpacked my bags- my duffel with clothes, hair supplies, and make-up, my backpack with my laptop, too many textbooks, and notebooks (darn senior year of college)- and then hit the road. From Mankato, MN to Orange City, IA, I drove on the quiet roads.
That night was a good night. I picked Keagan up at his dorm and saw him walking towards my car with a smirk he tried so hard to hide, but couldn't.We ate Chinese for lunch, went back to his dorm, and wasted a lot of time. We had Mexican for supper, went back to his dorm, and wasted a lot of time. Finally, midnight rolled around. We had a tradition of walking downtown to the bakery for fresh donuts- the same bakery of our first date. There is a gazebo tower next to the bakery that we usually climbed up to talk and enjoy our donuts- I always picked glazed, he had to have the apple fritter. The gazebo tower was boarded up, but the plans still worked. We got engaged that night.
Thanks to a campus with closed dorm hours, I couldn't go back in Keagan's dorm, but we didn't want to call it a night yet. So, we sat in my cold car until 3 in the morning, just talking about what would be next. Then, he walked me to my cousin's dorm, where I would stay for the night. My cousin, who has also been one of my best friends since childhood, and I stayed up so long just talking about wonderful things.
It was one of the best nights ever.
The next few months were good- really good. But they were also filled with a lot of anxiety for me. There was a lot to think about with both of us finishing up our college degrees and planning a wedding. We thought we might be moving as early as October, so that meant a September wedding, or else. There were a lot of great moments- marveling at how well everything was coming together, but also getting mad at each other over silly things like centerpieces and bridesmaids dresses. There was disappointment over visiting the perfect venue (at a farm, with a beautiful house to stay in) and not being able to book it, but contentment over our second choice.
We got annoyed with wedding planning- and each other. It wasn't a picture perfect fairytale, but it was good. It was challenging. It taught us more about each other (our faults, and our strengths). It brought us closer together as we tried to put together a day that celebrated us and our different styles. So much was happening.
It drove us crazy, but it was beautiful.
And now, 5 months into marriage, the same things are happening. It's not always perfect, but it is good. Really good. We are learning how to put things together in our style- two that are very different at times. But as I look back on this last year, I remember all the little moments. The things that made me smile. The things that made it significant. I know I will look back with the same happiness I am now- at an imperfect, but wonderful journey.
