Life at the beginning

"I threw a wish in the well 

Don't ask me I'll never tell

I looked to you as it fell

and now you're in my way

Hey, I just met you

This is crazy

Here's my number

So marry me, maybe?"

The goal of this isn't to relive how we met or whatnot.  Maybe it's to explain my point of view?  I'm not entirely sure- but this explains where I was before, during, and why there's huge gaps in my blog.

This is me.   No duh.  

One of Steven's favorite little things to irritate me was to constantly be taking photos of me while I was driving.  I have several of these over several trips.

This is us in the first few weeks of us dating.  It was crazy, by the end of our first week together, he looked at me and told me that he would never let me go.  He was so in love with me, he even proposed.  First week.  Yeah.  Being the little love fiend I was, I first asked him if he was serious.  I felt the chemistry so strongly between us.  I accepted and by the time this pic was taken- we're both wearing our first set of wedding rings.

I was so in love- and I love this picture!

This was one of our favorite pics as well.  We included it on our wedding invitations.  Of course, I don't believe Steven ever got as shaggy as he was in this pic before the civil ceremony, but he said it was 'all about you'.

 Sadly, we included this picture too.  The emotion in it was just so genuinely confused.  We tried to imitate this picture and even coached each other to make the same faces, but none were remotely close to the original.  We included this picture on the little scrap of paper with the directions to the church.

 This is where it starts to get tricky.  This is Sierra, my college roommate.  My last one before I got married, in fact.  I loved her.  We were the same religion and got along.  Up until I had to move out without any advance notice.  It's a long story, but she accused me of stealing a cutting board or something.  She never forgave me for moving out and leaving her.  After my junior year, she started school in Las Vegas, moved there with her new husband (we both got officially engaged on the same weekend) and she never spoke to me again.  I wrote her a letter (over facebook was the only contact I had for her).  She never responded.  I don't know how to fix whatever I did.  I miss her.

Moving on.....

we were a pair of goofballs!

So.... Steven's father gave him an ultimatum that he had to 'clean up or ship out'.  Neither Steven or me had any money, no one knew we were married, I didn't want to lose my housing in the dorm.  So Sierra came to our rescue and helped Steven shave fully for one of the first times in his life!

it all had to go!!!

Got to be honest.  I was so used to Steven's hair and beard that I REALLY, truly, did not like this new look.  It came to grow on me a little though.  My mother definitely liked it better.