Monday, June 30, 2008
15 Minutes of Fame
Sunday, June 29, 2008
The Space Between
While I was in first grade, Sarah was born
When Sarah was getting potty trained, I was preparing to get baptized
When I started to drive and date, Sarah was still in primary
When I left on my mission, Sarah was 14
When Sarah had her sweet 16, My parents were picking me up from my mission
When Sarah graduated from high school, I had just had my 23rd birthday
And when Sarah was 20 and I was 25, we fell in love
These are just a few funny things that Sarah and I laugh about when we think of our age difference. But when I look at it I think that it's perfect. Sarah and I fit together more than perfectly, no matter our age. And seeing that I am about 5 years less mature than I should be, it works out fine. I'm so glad that we found each other. Before we were even dating I told Sarah that whenever I got engaged I wanted to be "anxiously engaged" to my fiance. I can honestly say that I am anxiously engaged to Sarah Thomas.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Counting Down the Days
A few days ago, a girl I was working with and her husband were in a little argument. She had just finished venting to me when her husband walked through the door. After a little bit of awkwardness, she asked him if he had put his dishes in the sink yet. His response was, “Of course I did…but even if I didn’t, you would never know.”
My coworker and I glanced at each other and both knew what that meant. He knew the right answer was that he had done the dishes. We knew his second answer said he did not do the dishes. A few minutes later, he left, and I turned to her and said, “Follow him home.” In no time, she was out the door in a race back to her house.
As I sat at Abbey Inn for a few minutes alone, I had some time to reflect on the joys of marriage. Watching this little incident left me surprisingly thrilled to be married. Instead of dreading similar experiences with me and Jeff, I became excited to share my kitchen sink with him. And it was then I decided to make a countdown chain for August 8th. I have always loved these kinds of chains. The daily ripping of stapled paper somehow makes the waiting time a little more bearable. I once told Jeff I was going to sit and stare at the countdown on the side of our blog all day, and since I don’t have internet at my apartment, I have created another countdown to stare at.