I'm not much of a blogger, but after showing my family photographs of the new and improved, I was convinced to start a blog of yummy recipes, DIY decor and the start of a wonderful life with a wonderful hubby.
After "The Big Day" and a beautiful (short-lived) honeymoon we came home to our snugly one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, chuck full of our things. The apartment seemed rather spacious when picking out paints and imagining furniture placement. However, walking through the door was a challenge. Not only because of the narrow hallway leading downstairs (narrow enough that we had to give up several furniture favs), but because I wanted to turn and flee for my parents house which contained my old bedroom. Two closets, tremendous storage and my own bathroom. You can imagine why Ryan asked if he should just leave all of his things at his old apartment for space conservation.
|Every room looked like this at one point.|
Ryan woke up to me screaming to this "Little Guy". Say what you will, but this thing has got a jump in his step and he chased me down in the shower.
Our first meals may not have been gourmet but they hit the spot and looked fabulous on our boldly painted kitchen table.
I come from a family that loves to cook. So I've taken it upon myself to show Ryan how things are done "the Elder way". My Mother reads a recipe and measures each measurement precisely, my Dad throws the recipe out the window and combines things he thinks will taste good (that daredevil). I think I have found common ground. I typically stick to a recipe but try new ways of cooking to make it more flavorful, moist or just exciting to eat. I made my mothers traditional eclair dessert (to die for) with a twist. I poured it into individual mini muffin tins. It was more tedious but definitely more manageable to eat without a fork (Ryan ate like a hundred of these things!)
The greatest part of our new location is living beneath this doll baby. She has got sooo much personality and I'm pretty sure I could spend all my time with her!
My dear sister-in law Rachel is constantly dressing her up but for a split second I caught the child looking homely and I had to snap a pic of it. She still looks like a doll. But as my Dad would say, she looks white trash. The Elder genes in her are causing her ghetto booty to grow at such a rate that Huggies had no chance of keeping up. Now you know where they came up with the phrase "bursting at the seams".
So far it has been the best three weeks of my life. Marriage is fabulous, it's probably a good thing no one told me how fun it was before or I would've done it sooner. Ryan is such a good husband. The other day I was suffering from major feminine problems and asked him to bring a heating pad to my work so that I could make it through the day. He showed up to my work with chocolate and two hot pads :)
It has been a blast to spend every free second with my best friend and I cannot wait to see what the future holds. I could not ask for a better life.