Angels!

*I remember hearing Dieter Uchtdorf saying in a General Relief Society broadcast, "Make beautiful your surroundings, that the angels may delight in visiting your locations."  I love that quote, and really wanted to make it apart of my marriage.

Our little apartment has become such a sanctuary for us.  I don't mind the creepy little creepers living next to me, or freeway sounds at night.  I just love having a home to share with my handsome husband.

So.  Here's a little tour.

Living Room

This table belonged to my Great Grandma.  Isn't it the greatest?

I'm still not sure what I've posted this.  Not the most flattering angle.  Note the rotten bananas.

He's really good at that ^.

Almost everything shown above was either given to us, or purchased by us with money given to us.  We are lucky little ducks.

And really, that is basically it.  Ha.  My visiting teachers came last month and said, "Wow.  Your apartment is really small."  I know.  But guess what?  There are only two of us.  And even though we are both giants, we manage to fit in here comfortably.

Home.  It's where I want to be.

{insert techno beat, if you know wha um sayyin}

On a completely unrelated note:

My hair is new.  Kind of.

Oh.  And the security settings on our computer are really strict for some reason right now.  So I don't even know which pictures I posted.  Minus the first one.  Okie.

I am the happiest of campers.

And do you know why?

It's because husband hasn't had to work past two for three consecutive days!  Heaven on earth, I tell you.

We watch things.  We go places.  We eat food.  We laugh.  And we:

get hair cuts.

(Before)

(After)

It snowed here on Sunday (I'm sure everyone who lives here is saying, "Duh.").  My car still looks like this:

I wonder:  why?  There is no visible snow on the James' vehicle, yet mine looks like it came fresh from the past.  I guess it's a little bit cool.  I feel like a dead person driving, though.  Yesterday James and I were debating as to whether we should sell my car or his (we're getting a new car soon-ish).  Pros to keeping mine:  

• It doubles as a coffin (when the time comes).
• It holds sentimental value (seeing as it was once Great Grandma Frehner's).
• It could reasonably be mistaken for the Millennium Falcon.
• It has a cooler name than James' car (Birdine vs. Cheryl?).

We'll see what happens.

(Please ignore my goober face and garment lace)

Also:

To those of you who have yet to wear your Snuggie backwards (as a robe), I recommend to you.  So much comfort awaits you.  

Awkward and Awesome Thursday

Do you read Daybook?  Because I do.  Sometimes I am a copy cat, and her "Awkward and Awesome Thursday" is  something I want to try.  With a personal twist, of course.  

Refer to the venn diagram below:

Do you think it's cool that the right side of this is cut off a little?  I don't think it's that cool.  I don't know how to fix it, though.  Awkward.

Anyway.  So many weirdo things happen to me.  This may become a tradition.

So . . .

After getting married and stuff, it turns out I'm like really in love with my husband.  He is everything I imagined love could be and more.  When I'm with him, I'm me.  But better.  His arms are the place I want to be.  His song is the one I wish to sing.  When I'm with him, I'm really living.

In the midst of an economy where people are struggling to find one job, my man is holding down two.  That means he's at work from 8:30-1:00, and 3:30-midnight.  That's a lot of working, if you ask me.  But, he never complains.  He is good.  But really, he's even better than that.  I'm not sure there's a powerful enough word to encompass a man like James. I guess for now I will settle with splendid.

I love it when great things turn out to be incredible. Sometimes things you believe to be complete and perfect turn out to be completely perfect. And right now that is how life is.  At least in my mind.

Mushy, mushy.  Mush.  But it really is all true.

The biggest day. And the longest post:

I've been married for 32 days.  I have to say, these days have been the greatest of my life. This past month has been such a whirlwind--but in the very best sense.

December 18th
James and I were married in the Saint George Temple at one twenty in the afternoon.  It was rainy and brisk, but the covenants we entered into that day truly brought 'sunshine to my soul.'  I will never forget looking at my handsome man from across the alter and knowing that he would be mine for eternity.  Definitely my happiest moment.

It was an amazing day, to say the least.

Huge props to my mom for all her hard work in making December 18th everything I dreamed it could be.

 And thanks to Dad for being so supportive and loving.

Jacquelyn and Garret have been the best siblings (and friends) I could ever hope for.  And they looked dashing for the occasion.

Grandma Frehner slaved away on my behalf.  Without her, this day would not have been half as lovely.

And my bridal party even toughed it out.  Such the best humans.

I was lucky  enough to have family from the East and West coast join us for this special occasion.  My beautiful aunt Cyndy and my lovely Grandma Bryant represented Georgetown, CA:

And my Aunt Natalie and her gorgeous daughters Courtney and Mackenzie from Fairfax, VA:

I feel like I might be getting a little carried away here with the pictures.  But you must know.  I loved every part of this day.  After the ceremony we had a lovely luncheon at the Pasta Factory.

I married into such a fantastic family.  Really.  They are the most golden people you will ever meet.

 (R to L:  Phil (brother in law.  Matchmaker.  Beatboxer.), Annette (mother in law. Homemaking goddess.  Sweetest human on Earth), James (the most handsome husband.  Ever.), Heber (dad in law.  Most thoughtful and considerate man you could meet.), Mary Anne (sister in law.  Brilliant.  Thoughtful and incredibly compassionate.), not pictured Lisa(sister in law.  Super woman.  Mom of the year.), her husband, Andrew, and babies (Brian, Clayton, Dory).

 Phil, James, Mary Anne.  Such good siblings.

 James' groomsmen.  Nate.  Phil.  Jared.  Garret.

 Heather totally caught the bouquet.  I  think we saw it coming. 

 James and I cut some cake . . .

 and got outta there.  With some classy Squeeze Cheeze and Oreos.

 

(Thanks pookie, for taking the photos)

December 18th was definitely a day to remember.  I kind of wish I could re-live it over and over again.  Sooo much happiness packed into twenty four hours!

(Remind me to blog more.  I have so many stories to tell.)