Being April

The last I wrote, we were planning for an August wedding, and I was worrying about a trivial thing such as invitation pictures. Well, much has happened since then. Heather helped with the invitations and they turned out Great. We decided to move up the wedding to July 12th, because I wanted my family to be there. So, on July 12th Dean and I were married in the Timpanogus temple, and all but three of my siblings were there. The other three were waiting outside to greet us. We didn't get around to having the reception until August, so we drove back to Utah where we had the reception at my parents' house. It was all very low budget, but I don't think Dean nor I really cared very much. For the first month of our marriage, we lived at my sister Heather's house. That was a little awkward, but I am grateful for their hospitality. I was also very grateful to get out of there. We moved onto Fort Carson where we live in the military housing. I am loving having my own...

It has now been three and a half weeks. Three and a half weeks. Dean and I are planning a wedding. We're getting married on Friday August 8th, then holding a reception on the ninth. We've got an appointment scheduled in the Denver temple. Family has been informed, I've been looking at dresses, we're thinking about food to eat and decorations to have at the reception, and we're working on sending out announcements. Today we went and took some pictures to use on our announcements. I really didn't enjoy that. I love Dean, but I don't love having my picture taken. Much less do I enjoy wearing things that make me feel uncomfortable. What I was wearing didn't exactly make me feel uncomfortable, it was just looking at the pictures later that kind of unnerved me. I didn't look like me. I looked like a kid playing dress-up and then taking pictures to remember how silly I looked. Others may have thought that I looked better like that, but to...

I wrote this just over a week ago, I thought it would be a good thing to post. If three weeks ago I had told myself about the two weeks that I have just had, I would have thought that I were crazy. If anyone else would have suggested it, I would have rolled my eyes and shifted my weight, and thought that they were being utterly ridiculous. Two weeks. Its hard to believe that it has only been two weeks. It seems like so much longer. I suppose the story starts last Christmas. At our family reunion, I was talking to Heather and Tejay, trying to figure out what I wanted to do during the summer break between semesters at school. Heather suggested that I come live with them for the summer. Tejay said that I wouldn't have to pay them rent if I would go on one date every month that I was here. It seemed like a decent deal to me, so I agreed. At the end of April I took a plane to Denver and began my summer at the Cardon residence. Remembering my deal with Tejay I st...