Alright…so we got engaged. We had a beautiful 5 months of engagement, a simple ceremony in Josh's grandparent’s backyard with family, followed 5 days later by a casual, fun, celebration reception at Goodyear Ballpark. (I know everybody is excited for the pictures. I am too! Hopefully we will have some up shortly. Quit asking. Just kidding...Well, kind of.)
Ok fast forward. The honeymoon was great. Sparing the details. Just be aware of a few things.
A) It was beautiful and everything it was supposed to be.
B) Waiting is so totally worth it!!!! (TIMES A MILLION)!!!
3) I like to switch up between letters and numbers. It’s my blog I can do whatever I want.
4) The day after our wedding we did not wake up until 1 p.m. (Apparently, the whole getting married thing is kind of exhausting.
E) I somehow ended up marrying a closet cowboy. How did this happen?! I thought I left Wyoming. Sheesh.
F) I have a feeling I should erase the cowboy comment because people might think it has something to do with the honeymoon stuff. It does not. We walked around Sedona, and Josh went into a gun and hat/boot western shop. This is when I realized I had gotten dooped by none other than God Himself. I know He is laughing! :)
7) We left our keys in the door the 2nd night of our honeymoon. We discovered it the next morning. Whoops.
Ok…so enough about the honeymoon because, honestly, it is a perfect story but it was so romantical and beautiful that I fear it just doesn’t make a very funny story. So I will treasure it forever and you don’t have to gag! That is called a compromise folks. Get used to hearing about those!
Here's what I've learned so far:
Lesson 1: The Only One Screwing Up My Fairytale Is Me
So after a week of spending 24/7 with each other (literally) it came time to start up “real life”. Yuck! First of all, being a grown up is overrated. Just FYI. Wait, who am I writing to? Children? Hardly. You all know how great being a grown up is.
Ok, Tuesday rolls around. Josh has to get up at 4:30 for work. A little background: Rachel is a night person. She strongly believes that she will always be a night person. Nothing and no one has been able to reprogram her thus far in her life. So what happens at 5 when Josh rolls out of bed and goes to give me a kiss on the cheek? Rachel pops out of bed. I am not about to send my brand new husband off into the world as a married man without making his lunch and spending that dark, freezing cold, 5 minutes with him before he heads out the door. I get up, all sleepy eyed and groggy. Pack his lunch. Give him a kiss. And then…all the sudden realize I am wide awake. I might as well get some stuff done on the house. Seeing as there are BOXES piled up EVERYWHERE!! I therefore spend the next FOUR HOURS unpacking kitchen dishes and pans, and super duper nifty gifts before I have to head out to go grocery shopping. Now my bestie, Christen, does this thing called the grocery game (more posts to come about this later). She has offered to help me get started with it. I have diligently clipped my coupons and organized them and am meeting her at her house to make my list. I am new at it, so it takes about an hour to get everything situated before we head out to go shopping. At about 11 I realize, I am still not done shopping, I have a basket full of groceries that I still have to take home to put in the refrigerator, AND I have to be to work in 15 minutes. I am SO not going to make it. I don’t want to be late to my first day back to work after a week and half off. Christen, being the bomb digity she is, offers to finish getting the items on my list and take my groceries to her house and bring them to me the next day. I rush out the door and fly to work.
The lunch shift is slow. I go home. Josh gets there a few minutes later and I have an hour to spend with him before I have to go back for the dinner shift. He kisses me and is being all lovey when I accidently hurt him. Trying to make myself feel less horrible I make a joke.
“Baby, if you were hoping for a quiet, gentle woman, you’re tough out of luck, because that just isn’t me.”
He laughs, I laugh. And then I start crying. Josh = totally dumbfounded.
“Babe, what’s wrong?”
“I’m not gentle. And we just got married, and it’s our first night home together back in real life and I won’t even be home to cook you dinner. What are you going to eat? And I won’t even be home to go to bed with you. I am a terrible wife.”
“Babe, you are a great wife. I love and appreciate everything you have done today.”
“But you can’t even see the fruits of my labor. I worked for 4 hours this morning to put away stuff and there are still boxes, and everything is still dirty. Nothing looks finished or tidy. I went grocery shopping and spent $100 on groceries and they aren’t even here so I have nothing to show for it and you don’t have anything to eat tonight. And to top it all off, I am bawling, and I have to go to work. I work every night this week. I am not going to get to cook for you at all or even hardly see you. This is awful.
(Still Rachel)
“You know, everybody told me that you were human, and that I was going to have to have a ton of grace for you in marriage. Well, I have been so busy preparing my grace for you, that I didn’t leave any for myself. The only one who is messing up my fairytale here is me.” (laughing and sobbing).
“Babe, you are a wonderful wife. I love you.”
“I know. But I still feel like a horrible one. I have to go to work. Kiss me. Do I look like a zombie?”
“No, you look beautiful.”
That night I came home from work to a note on my pillow. It said that I was the wife he had always dreamed of and it had a scripture verse about not losing confidence. Talk about a keeper. Not only did he speak my love language (words of affirmation) but he encouraged my faith as well. I teased him later about how wonderful he was in reiterating his perfection through this awesome act of love. Haha. But seriously. He is great. :)
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