cookies and cocoa

One of the things that caused me a considerable amount of stress during our engagement was the planning of our wedding reception.  I stressed about the number of cookies we would need, how my crazy cake idea would turn out, whether or not James would die standing in the line.....

But 'twas all in vain, due the many wonderful wonderful people who stepped up to help me....and James, for being a good sport.  I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful reception.  It certainly exceeded my expectations.  Thank you, everyone!

On December 22, 2011, James and I were married in the Mount Timpanogos temple.  This friendship.....courtship.......eternal relationship (do you remember that talk?) has been a long time in the making and we are both very happy to have arrived here.   And yet, it is as much an arrival at it is a departure.  We are embarking on new and exciting chapters and moments of our lives, discovering new things and refining ourselves, and we are happy to be together.

I've posted far too many pictures (my apologies!) showing the happy day.  The day went off perfectly without a hitch (well, except our own), and we couldn't feel more blessed.  I couldn't feel more grateful for Heavenly Father blessing me with tremendous and miraculous peace on this day. I also couldn't be more grateful to the many family members and friends who did (and still do) so much to help us along our way.  Thank you, all!

 

(please allow your imagination to add great amounts of snow to this picture....sheesh, looks like August!)

twelve whole days

Now that James and I are all married and grown up (what?) I think this blog may become a little bit more valuable to me.  And to my mother....hi, mom!

I should like to post a bit more often about our goings-on and the fun/crazy/weird adventures that we have out here trying to be big cool adults.  I'm rather a bit a lot self-conscious about my blog and my posts and my writing style (hi, Katie!), but I confess that I still really like to share despite all of that nonsense.

So here we go.... posts are forthcoming.

And speaking of adulthood, are there any other 22 year-olds out there who feel like they might just be 12?  Any at all?  Well, maybe that is my lot in life....perpetual childishness and an utter refusal to grow up.  This may make me seem a little self-centered, kind of haughty, and a bit infantile....but I'm okay with that.... (well, sort of), because Bethany is just doing her best.

And at least James likes that. 

p.s. we've been married for twelve whole days!

want some happy news?

well here you go...we're engaged!

and he's the best.

Today I am thankful for field trips, James, and my lovely sister Susan.

Happy November!

knocking on the sky

i need to stop

i need to stop thinking everyone is perfect.  you, reading this right now, i think you are perfect. surprise! you have a devoted fan that thinks you're the best.  and, in truth, you are probably really fantastic and amazing, but are you really perfect? nah, who is?

i need to stop expecting to be perfect.  right?  i think that is right.  maybe.  is that right? probably....okay, enough of this.

i need to stop blogging about stuff like this.  oi.