Monday, June 20, 2011

lights.

Well, thanks to my sister-in-love this entire cd has been stuck on REPEAT for the past 2 days. If this isn't the most refreshing, pretty collection of tracks I just don't know what is {other than the new Bon Iver husband hearts...}

Okay, ENJOY. {go do some cleaning or dancing around with someone you love}

Monday, June 13, 2011

year one.

Today marks the FIRST (of many) anniversaries. I could not be more happier to be married to my best friend, love, protector, fixer-upper, gardner, and innovative, passionate technological genius of a husband.

Better half, even after a year I still love our to-do lists, the way you hold my hand in the middle of the night, the excited feeling of being around you, the way your upper lip curves when you smile, how you know just the right nights to fix my toothbrush for me, and the spring in my step when I see your handwriting scrawled in jet black ink of crisp paper from far away.

Surprise cupcakes from our cute little place in Bryan just cannot say enough about how grateful I am that you are my husband. BUT, this Red Velvet can sure try....



Little {BIG} Onesie, I know that today was a stinky day to finally have your "little boy" surgery, you know, it being our anniversary and all, but it just had to be done. You and your stuffed squirrel-ey are THE most hilarious things drugged up wobbling around the house. Thanks for letting me hold you on the way home. Seven points for NOT having to wear a cone of shame.

If you MUST know, this was all Daddy's idea.
{NOT.}

((happy dismuke anniversary day.))

Sunday, June 5, 2011

my husband is macgyver.


I woke up one morning last week and went into the other room to find boxers {wait, WHAT}, yeah BOXERS taped to our ceiling. After rubbing my eyes and making sure I wasn't completely losing it, I went to ask Colin {Macgyver apparently} why in the world his "holey", previously frozen boxers were duct taped to our ceiling. Turns out our smoke alarm battery ran out and was beeping constantly.

Husband, thank you for transforming yourself into Mr. Fix It and creatively muffling the sound at 3AM in the morning so that it wouldn't make me up. I love that you can fix everything.

So how's about you fix this distance between NYC and College Station and come home to me? I know you and Derek are having fun playing and having boy time, but the upside down snowflake sleeping position is just not the same without you.


Love,
Yours