Once again my siblings prove they’re the best.
Remember how he didn’t kiss me on the second date?
Remember how he didn’t kiss me on the third date?
Remember how he didn’t kiss me on the fourth date?
Remember how he didn’t kiss me on the fifth date?
We were at dinner with some friends and they were asking for the run down of our relationship and to be honest a lot of the details have run into each other because we’ve spent everyday together. This is the happiest I’ve been in my entire life. So many amazing details. Butterflies, smiles, and details.
It was pretty simple, that whole first kiss thing. I admit I was getting impatient, emotionally we were both in deep. It kinda felt like he fell out of the sky and walked into my life being all sorts of perfect, (and I never want him to walk out. ) But we still hadn’t kissed.
but we had talked. We had talked about how his favorite Disney movie was Lion King as a kid, but now it’s Beauty and the Beast. We talked about how I drink V8 like my life depends on it. We talked about the time my head got stuck in a wet suit, and the time he tried to make “Scooter” happen as a nickname. We talked about his love for the Brecker Brothers and my love of gingerbread houses.
We talked about favorite hymns, and our families, and us. Long deep conversations about US.
So I admit it, I made a move.
Being the lady that I am, I was determined not to kiss him first, but I figured giving him a hint that I trusted him enough to kiss me would be okay.
(That was quite the set up wasn’t it?)
All I did was kiss his ear while we were watching Leverage.
and then he made me wait even longer.
The show finished and we decided to say goodnight, he kissed my cheek at the top of the stairs and hugged me goodbye.
Remember how he didn’t kiss me on the fifth date?
We have a really good habit of talking after the movie, so date/day 6 he had pulled me in close while we were talking and he was staring into my eyes with those piercing baby blue eyes of his and then in the same moment we both stopped talking, and he kissed me like he meant it.
and I never knew what that felt like.
I mean I thought I did, but no one ever waited that long to kiss me. No one waited to know me like he has before they kissed me. No one made the effort to chase me, and respect me, and value me like he did.
Kisses can tell you a lot of things, kisses from someone who knows your heart can tell you even more.
Falling for a gentleman has its perks.
I got home and slept for two days. Best Christmas present ever, and I’m lucky enough to spend a week at home. (First time in FIVE YEARS!) 🙂 So for the next few days I’m going to soak up every last moment with the people I’m lucky enough to call mine, and then we will get back to documenting this crazy thing called life.
I rallied for Church this morning. Determined to not only be there, but to be there in McGuire girl fashion. Hair curled, eyebrows done, lipstick, and panty hose. Regardless of the exhaustion, I was determined to fight for an hour of peace and time to remember the reason for this season. So I wore my reddest lipstick and tallest heels.
I am so grateful for my religion, and for Jesus Christ. I’m grateful that because of him I get to be with my family for eternity. I know that’s why I have such a deep rooted love for this gospel, its because I get to be with my family forever, and that is a reason to celebrate.
As my Momma says, “You can stand on your head for 48 hours.”
This time and distance is short in the eternal perspective, and don’t you worry. I’ll be home for Christmas.
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Lillie girl came over to give me a pep talk heading into piemageddon.
New silk jams for the 2 hour nap.
Personally, I would rather you own your hot mess express train. And I certainly don’t care if you’re having a life event that makes you feel an emotion you want to post a thousand pictures of what’s going on around you. In fact, I love it.
I love instagram for that very reason. I can keep up with my busy sisters and their babies, I have a front row seat to my parents juicing projects. (Turns out Collard Greens is a no, no.) I can see my friends fall so blissfully in love with someone, with their passion, with their talent, most importantly themselves. Not in an OMG lolz 400 selfies in the same outfit situation, In a look at that mountain they climbed sorta way.
Don’t project your insecurity by hashtagging something #overgram. Own it. There is no point in anyone complaining about someone else posting too many pictures. Save your breath and unfollow someone instead of complaining about them.
Let’s also talk about opinions on Facebook. You believe in something? Great, tell me about it, pick a stance. If it’s something I want to see or read, I’ll read it. If you’re obnoxious, I’ll hide you from my feed and we’re still FB friends. I feel like we make too big of a deal about things like this. It’s like no one went to high school. 9x out of 10 I find it more obnoxious for someone to be all sorts of wishy washy in their social media. I am by no means perfect, but if I’m going to post about being exhausted represented with a Quadricorn Mug (picture of a 4 horned unicorn on the mug) I’m going to stand by my juice.
Post what you want people. I got your back.
unless your Miley Cyrus.
Homegirl needs a bath, church, and someone to explain to her that 1. T. Swizzle already made a song called 22. 23 is so original. #2 I feel like she grafitied the legend of Michael Jordan.
“Yah nasteeeee” -Raven
I talked to my Mom on the phone last night for a really long time. She is a safe place. Giver of pep talks, heart of gold.
“Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity.” – Margaret D. Nadauld
I’m getting old you guys. I’m thinking rational things like, I bet my body would be happy if I slept more than 4 hours a night. Maybe I should get gas before the light comes on, and you should pack toilet paper in an accessible box when you move.
Things have been stable, blech. I hate the word stable. I have been happy. My life is so good. Even when someone walked out of my life unexpectedly. I chose happy. Work is awesome, I’m working on two new recipes right now, and one is for fall. Fall baking wraps my heart and soul in a yummy cinnamon nutmeg hug, you know the way you feel when the air changes? I get that a little early this year.
I have yet to be “home” on a weekend in a month. This week was exhausting, full of happy, grateful, infertility miracle tears. Family visits, moving, a very convincing pep talk to myself that I could light a pilot light on the water heater, hauling appliances downstairs, picking up the perfect love seat in the ghetto of Utah, style icon awards night with Hil, a sprint through the airport and oh yeah. I’m back in Idaho.
Doing Laundry in the hotel like adults do.
So let’s see here.
I’m determined to get caught up with this blog this week.
but maybe after a power nap.
oh yeah, and we sold a Teepee.
who absolutely loves crazy weeks like this. my heart just feels so alive.