let me take you back to april 10, 2010:
it was a rather warm day for spring in cache valley, utah.
i was here with my family, visiting my grandma in paradise.
{yes, that is the name of a town. and yes, it is just as heavenly as the name suggests.}
i woke up that morning so excited/nervous for this day.
i showered and got ready and tried my best to look perfect.
why do you ask?
i was going on a date.
i had butterflies that were as big as the moon.
i wasn't sure what to expect from this guy.
i had actually heard a couple weeks before that he was interested in another
girl, but i secretly hoped and prayed that he'd drop her like a hot potato.
i was already twitterpated over him.
we met at the mall. {romantic right?}
he took me to a cute little toy store where we picked out the coolest
kite that we could find. {a shark...awesome!}
we spent an hour or so at the park trying to fly the thing, but that is nearly
impossible to do when there is no wind.
so we gave up and did something cooler.
he took me on a motorcycle ride.
it was dreamy.
being able to wrap my arms around him was like heaven on earth.
he took me up logan canyon and we hiked to this weird little concrete building.
we stayed up there for hours talking and laughing.
we hadn't even been together for a day and i felt like i'd known him my whole life!
then our stomachs began to growl.
we pulled ourselves away from bliss and hit up the cutest thai restaurant that
you ever did see.
he was so charming as he taught me how to write my name in cambodian
on our plastic table cloth.
we topped off the night playing cards.
the loser had to make a trip to ephraim.
i won.
that was the first of many trips to ephraim for him actually.
and now a year later, i never thought i'd be lucky enough to be married to this boy.
yes, that's right.
this "boy" happens to be my cute zachary.
i can still remember that date like it was yesterday.
i'm bringing all of this up because this last sunday marked the one year anniversary of
that life changing date. {i know sunday was forever ago, but i haven't had internet this whole week!}
in celebration, we went on a date on saturday that just might have exceeded the
awesomeness of that first one.
we started it off by going to the san antonio LDS temple.
this temple was beautiful!
i loved the waterfall out front.
it was the perfect start to a wonderful day!
next we went to dinner at a thai restaurant.
we decided to make this a tradition for every april 10th.
i had the best curry that i have ever had in my life here.
and you can't have dinner without dessert.
and you can't have dinner without dessert.
we went to tcby and got frozen yogurt!
fyi: cotton candy yogurt + sour gummy worms = heaven
if there is one thing that zachary and i are addicted to, it would be frozen yogurt.
while living in salt lake, we went there every day for a week!
it will get you hooked.
last, but not least, we were able to go to the spurs/jazz game!
we searched literally everywhere we could think of for jazz shirts in san antonio.
we had actually called around the week before and were told that a store in the mall
had them, but when we showed up they acted like we were crazy.
so we got creative and made our own t-shirts.
we were pretty proud.
we got a lot of weird looks.
i'm not sure if it was because of the ghetto shirts or because we were the only
jazz fans in the entire arena.
i would cheer when we made a basket and it was so quiet, that for
a split second, my heart stopped because i thought i was doing something wrong!
it was a lot of fun though.
to top off the night, we stayed at randolph afb.
we called to make a reservation and the only room they had
left was a v.i.p. suite.
darn... {not!}
we helped ourselves to all the drinks we wanted.
it's crazy how fast time flies, but i'm grateful that i will
always have zachary as a constant in my life.
here's to you babe.
thanks for a year of pure joy.
-the wife
I loved this post! It was fantastic! And I love your sweet Jazz shirts.
ReplyDeleteFrom the picture of you two at the arena, I never would have guessed that you made those t-shirts.
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