Finally, An Update

Okay, so it's been a while.  But, we were moving into our new home this past week PLUS we don't have internet yet, so I'm off the hook.  Can I just say, our house is incredible!! First of all, having a place for the dogs to run around where we don't have to worry that the lights on the apartment below us are going to fall off their ceiling if our dog jumps one more time, is the best thing ever.  They can run and play all they want and no one cares.  Plus they finally have a backyard to play in!  Ah, so great. 

Koda didn't do so well at first moving, she get SUPER nervous and was sick the first night.  But after a little Pepto Bismol and she was feeling better.  Both of our dogs have spend the entire week sniffing down every corner of the house, but they both are finally starting to feel comfortable.

Our first night in the home, our swamp cooler went out.  Oh, the luck of being home owners, right?  But my wonderful husband was so good at buying the parts and going on the roof and spent hours fixing the darn thing!  We would be the happiest people in the world to someday get central air.  But we will see if we have the money for that, ever.  The rest of the house has been pretty good to us.  It's just the unpacking part that we are trying to figure out.  The house looks great right now, but one of our bedrooms is designated as the "don't know where to put this stuff yet" room and I hate that.

My ex-missionary/boyfriend got married this week.  That's super odd.  It's weird to me how fast people can change.  Getting married is such a huge decision.  For me, it was a long and painful process to know the decision I was making was the right one.  I struggled for so long learning how to move on from the ex-missionary, something that was so comfortable and known, to something unplanned and almost scary even though I knew Cody was a better fit for me, my personality, my life, and my heart.  I knew regardless though, it was going to be hard to not have that long term person in my life anymore.  And I still have weak moments now and again.  Is it just me that holds on to things subconsciously for so long?  Not love maybe, but presence at least.  Heck, it took me 5 years before I stopped periodically having dreams about my first love when I was 16.  It always seems like dreams are the place that either take you right to the place you are longing to be, or right to the place you are trying to get away from.  For me, it's usually the second.  But that's because I'm a worrier and that's evident in my dreaming.  Good thing I have an amazing husband that is so attentive to all my needs and worries, even when he doesn't realize it.  I know you can be happy with lots of different people in life, but I think I'm one of the extra super lucky ones who found their only soul mate.  Sappy, maybe.  But you'd understand if you could see into my heart.

Now, for pictures.  I will update with pictures of our put together house soon, but for now enjoy totally random pictures of the last few weeks of our lives.  Oh, and I found this new picture app that I'm kind of obsessed with so don't mind the over excitement of picture decorating...

My dogs are either passed out asleep or crazy hyper psychos.  There is no in between.

They don't like to hold still for pictures.

My cute dad is running for Mayor of Murray.  For the 4th parade, we walked for him.  Then found this camel afterwards.  Awesome.

All our dogs do is chase bugs.  Seriously though, they are freaks about it.

My ring is still so perfect and I love it so much!

I guess Dunkin Donuts is new here or something? So we went for part of our date night.  And I'm still a bigger Krispy Kreme fan.

I know I post pictures of my dogs too much, but they are my children.  We have beautiful children.

Okay really, Cody uses his data way too much. 

One of the best parts of summer.  However, I would rather be at bed at 6am instead of about to finish my work shift.

This is shocking really, Koda never lets anyone cuddle or touch her, especially when she's sleeping.  She just really loves Apollo.



More beautiful skies.



I love these summer trees, however I call them allergy trees because the blossoms on them are trying to kill me.



Awkward Times Call For Awkward Measures

I went to a wedding reception yesterday.  It was for one of my good friends from high school. It was in a backyard and it was beautiful.  It was also the first time I saw my ex-boyfriend for the first time since I got married and he got engaged.  And what an adventure it was.

BACKGROUND: I dated this guy for a long time.  Like four years.  Then he went on a mission.  I planned on waiting for him. (Ha.) Eight months before he came home, I met my now husband.  Missionary came home, I stopped seeing my husband.  After a few months I realized I wasn't sure if I felt the same as before his mission and the missionary claimed he also wanted to try dating others.  Then he pretty much fell off the face of the planet.  I again started dating my husband and then got engaged.  Missionary decides to appear again in my life.  I tell him I've moved on and am getting married.  Missionary get engaged to someone else two months later.  The end.

Flash forward to yesterday.  I come to the reception and right when I walk into the backyard, there's the ex-missionary boyfriend's fiance and his sister.  They see me, instantly start the giggles/whispers/stare as much as you possibly can phase that lasts all night long.  Missionary (or so his name shall now be) sees me one time and heads inside the house. And doesn't come back outside the entire time I'm there.  Mind you I stayed for an hour and a half just to see if he would come out.  Nope, he didn't.

 Flash forward again to an hour and a half after I enter the reception.  Missionary's fiance and sister are still in their whispery phase.  Missionary is still hiding in the house.  So, I decide I've had enough. At this point I was sick of being the awkward person being talked about, so I decided to join in the talk.  I went right up to the fiance and sister and said hello to the sister and introduced myself to the fiance.  They seemed really caught off guard.  But I was nice.  I said congrats and that I was sick of avoiding this awkward situation so I wanted to say hi and let you know I was really happy for you.  Seemed like a nice, honest conversation both ways.

A few seconds after I walk away, the fiance and sister run inside the house (past a giant window that everyone can see through...duh) right to the missionary and majorly freak out.  I don't know.  I guess I'm scary or something.

With all the history I had with Missionary, it was a little disappointing to me that he couldn't face me at all.  I would have loved to tell him congratulations on getting engaged and that I was happy for him.  Kind of a full closure kind of conversation you have to have with someone who you were that close with.  But maybe he wasn't ready for that kind of thing.  Kind of sad in my own opinion because he is supposed to be happily engaged now so he shouldn't be scared of me.  I always wondered how it was going to be when I finally saw him again someday, but I have to say, I didn't see it playing out quite like this.  But it is what it is and I'm glad I got that inital "first sighting" out of the way.  Now my book with him is totally closed and over with.

When I was figuring out life between Missionary and my husband, it seemed to me that each time I saw my husband, he really showed me how much of a better fit he was for me.  And each time I saw Missionary, it seemed as though we grew more and more apart.  Yesterday was just another way of proving to me that my husband is SO the right man for me.  I love him in every single way, shape and form!  He thinks like me, he acts like me, we have the same beliefs and views on life, and we definitely know when it's appropriate to be silly and when to be mature.  Yesterday was three months since we've been married.  And it's been the best three months of my life so far! We've been so blessed with so many things, things we would have never imagined at this point.  We are the luckiest newlyweds around.  And I'm the luckiest wife around.