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Well, the third day of the wedding nostalgia of 3 years ago will be postponed because we were out and about, celebrating early! (HusBen's fixin' watches tonight.) I was swooned by HusBen's detailed, themed ("North Carolina History"), fun itinerary. That boy's got some romantic blood and I welcome the special occasions where it can bleed out some. Even long-distance, last year, he proved thoughtful with emailing a photo of this carefully-chosen milk. I'm such a sucker for things like this. But I admit, it was better this year to BE with him. More on that to come.

3 days for 3 years

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As I look back on these, I can't help but see the people that love us. You can't see them in the photos, but am listing them in order now and I'll illustrate later: Meredith and James, Kurt and Becky, Levi, Devin, Becky, Kurt, Kurt, my family...

OK, the list goes on and on, but I'm out the door for Ben's anniversary surprise lil' trip so I'll dwell on it later!

3 days for 3 years

 

 

 

Would you believe I've never posted photos of our wedding? You would? Yeah, well at least you know me well then... We're coming up on 3 years since that day so I'm using it as a deadline to share a bit of the best wedding day ever. All I can say after looking back at these photos is I'm so happy I married who I did, where I did.

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And, I'm super happy I chose Ashley Thalman to be the one to document this. Not only because of the stunning images I now have to remember my wedding by, but because of all the wonderful fruits that have come from a relationship with this Ashley. She has made my life (and those of my family) better.

we're on the (teeny bopper) map

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We came home from Utah to find we'd missed a party in our 'hometown.' Garner's own Scotty McCreery is 2011's American Idol! (Interesting fact: just now when I Googled that link, I typed "American," and American Idol was the first suggestion, ahead of American Red Cross, American Express & American Airlines). I keep thinking I will go to Hulu and watch American Idol for the first time, but I have yet to do it. Yay for Garner! (PS: I took all of these photos just on our beaten path—from our house to I-40, I saw several others after this in and around other neighborhoods. I love it.)

misfortunes

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The above was quoted in this talk about being conquerors from our lesson on Sunday. I learned (yet again) how much the hard things in life are an integral, necessary part of our experience. It's just a fact that bad things happen to good people. Shark bites happen to Lucy. Cystic Fibrosis sends Mary Deane to the hospital. And on a much more micro scale, trees fall around the corner, cutting the power in 100°F weather. And Olivia is dumb and turns back as the light goes green only to realize with a bump that the SUV in front was still stopped.

Even the little sufferings in addition to the great sorrows are catered for our education. I know it, but why can't I know it so well in the moment? Such was the case with another sorrow this summer—Ben was denied residency status at NC State which meant no school this summer. To me, it felt like we'd suffered a job loss somehow. The lack of motivation to pick ourselves up and accomplish things every day was a pain. I beat myself up over all that I could be doing with such free time, and yet hanging out with HusBen & Cohen so often wins out over putting a portfolio online or following through on lucrative efforts with my talents.

But today, I'm finally looking back to recognize that good things happen to good people too: Ben has his first client for a landscape design! He also got a part-time job in his old watch trade! And he also was just approved residency status for the fall! We were so happy, we went out to Chick-fil-A to celebrate. We ate outside (with a little breeze!) and it was icing on the cake to watch a frog hop around at our feet.

Here's to hoping that next time, I'm better at 'being educated' during the trial before the good rewards come.

dear mrs. dill,

happy birthday brendon

this is big

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This HusBen had not worn jeans since 4th grade or something. "Too stiff," he claimed. People would ask, "then what do you wear?" You'd be surprised how much you don't notice when you avoid this 'staple.' There are plenty of cords and multiple colors of khakis to wear instead. I hear that, back in the day, his substitute was sporty work out pants.

But that is all behind us now. Ben K wears jeans today. He found them himself. But may I not-so-humbly add that he bought them with the gift card that I gave him for Father's Day?

Thank you.