Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Time flies when you're having fun

One year ago today:





I remember during all the bridal showers and pre-wedding excitement, more than one person said:



“The first year is the hardest!” (or some variation of this lovely thought)




WHAAAT?! First of all, no matter how well meaning you are, why the jack would you say this to someone who is getting married in a few weeks? And secondly, maybe the first year is the hardest if you’re a BYU success story that went from Just Met to Just Wed in two months, but Dave and I had been together for long enough that I pretty much knew what I was getting into. We’d been on several camping trips together, which in my opinion is the key to getting to know someone. The way a person behaves when sleep deprived, bug bitten, and without indoor plumbing gives you a lot on insight into their personality. But I digress.




This doom-and-gloom prediction of “the hardest year of marriage” planted pictures in my head of me and Dave, three or four months into married life, shrieking at each other and hurling kitchen items across the room because we'd discovered all sorts of unsavory habits in each other that we hadn't been aware of before.

But seriously, if the past year was the hardest it’ll ever be, me and Dave are in for a charmed existence.

Because it’s been great.







P.S. This HIMYM clip pretty much sums up me and Dave's relationship.

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