Six years!

So today is our anniversary. I know, cheesey. The thing is, we had a day off of school, so we seized the opportunity and got married over a three day weekend (to all of you who are not yet married, go on a lengthy honeymoon, wait till the semester is over to get married, or skip a couple of days of school or something, we're still waiting on that "big trip" we promised ourselves we would go on as soon as the semester was over). February 14, 2003. To all of you who waited until the advent of the digital camera to get married, good on ya. We have a few horrible wedding pictures, and absolutely none of them are on this computer. Lucky for you though...I have some from our highschool years that Blaine's Dad scanned in for us.

Ladies and Gentlemen....I present, our first dance...

I had bang issues. You may want to grab a kleenex because they get worse...

I know, you are all sitting at your computers guffawing, but I seriously remember feeling so pretty in this picture and....what was with the hair? I paid to get it done and it is kind of...spooky. This was the Prom where I held Juan's hand. No wonder his eyes were so big...


One break up and one boyfriend and like a million tears later...we're back together for the last dance of our Senior year... you would have thought I would have had the bang issue under control by now. Nope.
And finally, the only surviving picture of Blaine at graduation...

Thank goodness they make you wear caps.

Aha! I just found a stowaway wedding picture!



Anyway, it's been a good and fast six years. We've lived in a 200 sq ft basement apt in Provo and now are in our first home that is ten times the size. That first apartment, whew. You had to sit sideways on the toilet because the bathroom was so narrow and you couldn't plug in more than one appliance or the fuse would blow and you would have to go upstairs to talk to old man...old man what's his name to get it fixed.

We've lived in Provo, Oregon, Provo again, Minnesota, Provo again, and now Texas.

I finished my degree. We had Gwen. Blaine finished his degree. We had Bentley, and then two seconds later had Ivy.

We fight about keeping old magazines. We stay up late watching X-Files. We dance like lunatics on Saturday mornings. We cry during movies, especially Blaine. We tuck our kids in at night. We eat lots of pizza and popcorn, then get fat and eat no point soup for a while. We play dance dance revolution. We have arm wrestles. I still think it's funny to dump cold water on Blaine while he's in the shower, and he still thinks that is very very not funny at all. I drive the car. He makes the money. When he helps fold the clothes he puts Gwen's in my closet.

Day by day we muddle through our lives. We make memories. At times we feel distant from each other but at times we are closer than I thought I could ever be to anyone. He drives me crazy, he makes me laugh, but I think the most important is that he hides from thunderstorms in our underthestairs closet with me, he lets me stew about getting on an airplane, he didn't care when I lost our $400 in tuition money when I dropped summer semester at BYU. He's forgiving and kind and he's the best dad in this entire world! Just ask anyone who has seen him pushing a double stroller on his six mile runs, with the family dog(s) at his side. He's superdad!

And folks, keep Chuck Bartowski, because Blaine's all mine.

Happy Anniversary Sweetie! Sorry I messed up the heart shaped pancakes.