2019 Recap and 2020 Vision

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Wow! What a year! It’s hard to believe that 2019 is over and 2020 is here. 2019 truly flew by. As I’m sitting here watching all of the festivities on TV leading up to the ball drop, I cant help but think about how different this New Years Eve is from last year’s. This time last year, I was 5 and a half months pregnant, sick as a dog, and staying up till midnight was a pipe dream. Fast forward 12 months, and I just finished nursing my daughter and put her down for the night, and now I’m enjoying a cup of decaf while praying these dang fireworks don’t wake her up. Jon-Paul has work early in the morning, so he has long since gone to bed. Before I dive into what I expect and hope for the new year, let’s do a quick recap of the year! 

As I said above, the beginning of 2019 was filled with lots of morning sickness, precious baby kicks, heartburn, and change. 2019 was by far the most challenging year of my life, but also the most amazing and rewarding. We welcomed our beautiful daughter, Evelyn Daphne Clara Keller, on April 29th at 3:06am. She came into this world weighing 7lbs 7oz and was 19 ¼ inches long. I’ll dig into this more a little later in the year, but labor was tough! We instantly fell in love with this tiny little nugget, and somehow we have continued to fall more in love every day since. She brings so much light and love to everyone she comes in contact with. People really are just drawn to her. I know that probably sounds a bit conceited, but it’s the truth. Sometimes I wish they weren’t quite so drawn lol (hello germs!!) She is now 8 months as of the 29th. She has grown so dang fast in every way. She now weighs 21lbs and is 28.5 inches long. I about had a mental breakdown in the middle of Target the other day when I went to buy her Christmas jammies and realized that, because she wears 12 month clothes now, we have to shop in the toddler section. I was NOT prepared for that! She’s scooting around via the cutest little army crawl and somehow manages to find every little bit of dust on the floor and every cable she can get her hands on. In case you haven’t seen a picture of her, the kid loves to eat- like mother, like daughter! She’s eating all kinds of purées now, is addicted to puffs, and enjoys a banana now and then. We are slightly obsessed with her, and I don’t see that obsession ending any time soon! That’s pretty much our 2019 recap. Ev took up every ounce of mine and Jon-Paul ‘s attention and we love it.

ELK had to take a backseat this year, as I’m sure you could have guessed by now. Due to several different circumstances, I just had to take a break. I’ll be getting into that more next week, but for now, just know that I’m back and ready to give this as much of my attention as I can! I miss it. I love writing and inspiring others and sharing about the things I love in the hope that you might just love them too! My goal here is to be as open and honest with y’all as possible. In sticking with that spirit, I have to be honest and say that I’m pretty embarrassed about my lack of commitment when it comes to my past New Year’s Intentions. I’m all about giving yourself grace and allowing yourself to figure things out, but the time for that is done. This year I am 100% committed to becoming the best version of myself possible. So, here goes nothing- here is my vision and goals for 2020: 

  1. Get healthy. Mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually, financially- every single aspect. 5 years ago, I was in the best physical health of my life, but was struggling in other areas. Then 3 years ago, I was in the best mental and spiritual health, but my physical health took a total back seat. Actually, it wasn’t a backseat- it wasn’t even in the car! I gained back everything I had lost and then some. Add 2 huge moves, marriage, stress, and a baby to the mix and it’s all all over the place! But this is the year I reign it all in. So what does that look like? I’m not quite sure! I think it starts with taking small steps in each area and working through things bit by bit. The rest of these goals will all help in achieving my overall health. 
  2. Exercise. I want to learn to love exercising. Right now I literally despise it, so I have a long way to go lol. 
  3. Spend more time in the Bible and with God that I do on social media. I think this speaks for itself! 
  4. Achieve higher emotional intelligence. I actually don’t have bad EI scores, but I could definitely do better! 
  5. B-U-D-G-E-T!!!!!!!!! That is all. 
  6. Get organized. I literally want to go Marie Kondo on my whole life. 
  7. Prioritize a weekly session of “me” time. You cant pour from and empty cup!
  8. And finally, learn to knit. Sounds stupid, I know it sounds stupid, but when my Dat-Dat passed, I got all of her knitting stuff and I was so emotional afterwards that I never really tried. I have a new niece coming in May, so I want to be able to knit her a blanket. 

So what about ELK? What are my goals for this platform and all the subsequent platforms? I simply want to be intentional. I don’t want to post just to post. I want everything to have a purpose and meaning. That being said, I will be posting here once a week on Fridays. I’m really excited for some of the content I will have coming out, and I really hope y’all enjoy it! 

Thank you so much for reading this far! I pray you have a Happy New Year, and I’ll talk to you soon!

XOXO 

ELK

My First Trimester

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Holy Moly! It doesn’t seem possible that I’m already writing about my first trimester! I am 13 weeks and 1 day today, so I am officially in the second trimester. The first 12 weeks of my pregnancy were quite eventful and interesting, but let’s start at the beginning, shall we? 

Back in August, I was at work one day when I started, what I thought was, my period. I carried on through the rest of the day as planned, but when I got home, I noticed that there was much less bleeding than normal for me. I thought maybe things were just taking some time to start up, but found it suspicious when there was zero bleeding at all the next day. I called my mom on that Friday morning, two days after “starting”, and told her about the weirdness of this period. She got very quiet for a minute then asked if I thought I could be pregnant. Now, Jon-Paul and I weren’t necessarily preventing anything at this point, because I had been given a 2% chance of conceiving naturally due to PCOS. I told her that yes, there was a chance, but that it was highly unlikely. She told me that she thought I may be pregnant or possibly having an early miscarriage, and to take a test the next morning if nothing started up by then. So, the next morning, I went to the bathroom armed with my pee stick. To my great surprise, two very bright pink lines popped up VERY quickly. I was in shock. So much so, that I ran to the bedroom and grabbed one of the more expensive digital test we had and used that one too. Sure enough the word “pregnant” popped up after waiting the longest 3 minutes of my life. I was immediately overcome by a mix of emotions. I knew this meant that I was pregnant, but could still mean that I was having/just had a miscarriage. I sprinted back into the bedroom and shook Jon-Paul awake, waving the tests in his face. Mind you, this was at 7am on a Saturday, so he was very confused. He saw how distraught I was and called his mom immediately to help talk me down. After talking with his mom, my mom, and one of my moms friends who is an OB nurse who just happened to be at football practice that morning, I was much calmer, and slightly more convinced that I was pregnant and not miscarrying. After a weekend of worry and wonder, I ended up taking a third test on Sunday, just to see if my hormone levels were still strong enough to register positive. They were!

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I made an appointment for the following Thursday, where I found out that they were guessing I was about 5 weeks along, but couldn’t tell if It was an ectopic pregnancy or not based on a mass they found on my fallopian tube. They put me on a progesterone supplement due to the PCOS, and had me come back in the next week. After another week of worry and lots of prayer, the ultrasound that week showed a 6 week embryo safely in utero. Now came the real fun. The progesterone pills began to take their toll on my body, and thus came the dreaded morning sickness. Only this wasn’t just morning sickness- It was literally all day and all night. At 7 weeks, I ended up in the ER because I couldn’t even keep water down. The doctors diagnosed me with Hyperemesis Gravidarum- basically a severe form of morning sickness. After getting some fluids and nausea meds, I was sent home and lived off of mashed potatoes, apple sauce, and bananas for the next two weeks. I was also given meds to take daily for the nausea. 

At our 8 week appointment (usually a woman’s first OB appointment), we got to hear the heartbeat! It was so perfect with a bmp of 169. Around 10 weeks, I started to feel much better. I began weaning myself off of the nausea meds and eating actual meals again at 11 weeks. 

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Through all of the ups and downs and trials and triumphs, God has been so constant. I have surrounded myself with worship pretty much 24/7. In the moments where I felt most sick, it was prayer and worship that got me through. There have also been literally hundreds of phone calls between me and my mom and my mother in law filled with me asking all of my questions, and them offering all of their love and advice. I’m so grateful for their love! And as I said in my last post, Jon-Paul has been my rock. He has been so supportive and kind and caring. 

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I am looking forward to the much talked about second trimester- supposedly filled with lots of cravings, glowing, and energy- things I’ve been seriously lacking the past 12 weeks lol! 

XOXO

ELK 

A Grand Proposal

Every girl dreams of the day when the man of her dreams drops to one knee, tells her how much she means to him, and pops the question. We all love the idea of the happily ever after dream we have dreamt since we were little girls becoming a reality. Most girls, no doubt, have in their minds or on their Pinterest boards what the perfect proposal will look like, and we all hope he gets it right! On the second anniversary of our engagement, I wanted to share with you the story of how it all went down!

First off, let me give you a some quick backstory for context. Jon-Paul and I knew from the very first week we started dating that this was it- we had each found the on!  He had just returned from a trip to the Arizona, where he visited the Grand Canyon (important) a couple weeks prior, and after a beautiful whirlwind first week of dating, we just knew. I can’t explain the feeling. I don’t know how to describe it to someone who hasn’t experienced it themselves, except that it’s an overwhelming sense of peace and excitement at the same time. Shortly thereafter, he moved out to Phoenix in October of 2015, and I moved to Tucson with my parents in December of 2015, then later to Phoenix in March of 2016. I was waiting patiently for the proposal- okay, maybe not so patiently! We had discussed our future countless times from where we wanted to end up living to how many kids we wanted to have and what names we would give them, and I wanted that life to be a reality. I was so excited to get the show on the road!

Fast forward to the week of Easter 2016. Jon-Paul had a horrible stomach virus followed by food poisoning. It was miserable! Poor thing was completely drained come Easter Sunday when my family came up to Phoenix to attend Easter service with us, which was of course followed by a nice lunch out. Now, Jon-Paul is not a particularly chatty person on the regular. He more so likes to observe, especially when he’s around my rowdy family! Because of this, I didn’t think anything of his quietness during lunch, especially because he had been sick. The next day, he called me and said, “How are your parents with surprises?” I said, “Uhhh, well, it depends of the surprise… why?” To which he responded, “Well, you know, I wasn’t feeling very well yesterday at lunch and I felt bad for not talking much, so I decided to go down to Tucson to see them.”…………. Now, mind you, Tucson is a two hour drive from Phoenix. In my mind, I just KNEW he was going to ask my parent’s permission to marry me. I was about to jump out of my skin from excitement! I told him to call my parents and let them know he was coming, and he did.

I am THE worst when it comes to surprises. I have a love hate relationship with them. I love the excitement, but I hate not knowing what is happening. So, from that point on, I made sure to have my nails done every 10 days or so, always made sure that my makeup and outfits were ON POINT, and may or may not have done some snooping through Jon-Paul’s phone trying to find out some details. We had planned a trip for my mom’s birthday up to the Grand Canyon, and I thought maybe it would happen on that trip, but I had convinced myself it wasn’t going to happen then. My mom had the whole thing planned out down to the minute. She had told me multiple times that we needed to be at the canyon by 11am on the Monday after her birthday because we still had a 4 hour drive back. She probably mentioned it in every conversation for like 2 weeks. This, logically, led me to believe that something was planned at 11am! Then, the day before our trip, she told us that the 11am arrival time was not a thing anymore and that we could take our time. In fact, she encouraged us to stop at some towns on the way up and make a full day of it. I was in shock! That is so 100% the polar opposite of her personality!

The next day, we started on our way up to the Grand Canyon. We stopped about an hour and a half into the trip to get breakfast and wander around one of my favorite towns, Sedona. As much as I was trying to enjoy myself, I was so stressed about time because I was convinced my mom would still be upset if we arrived too late, and our trip would be ruined! I also reeeeaaaly wanted to see the GC! So I rushed Jon-Paul to the car after about 2 hours in Sedona and told him we had to get going. But, he had other plans. He wanted to take the scenic route- a route that would add a whole hour onto our drive! As worried as I was, I went along with his plan. We drove through the most beautiful national forest and stopped at a beautiful lookout and took it all in for a minute. Then my brain kicked back into overdrive and we were on our way again, only to have Jon-Paul tell me he needed a potty break. We stopped at a gas station in the middle of nowhere and I pumped the gas while he did his thing. I finished pumping and pulled up to the store parking lot and waited. And waited. And waited. I wondered if he had fallen in! 10 whole minutes later, he came walking out with a gigantic jug of windshield wiper fluid. “What the heck is that for?!” I asked. He responded with, “Well, you’re almost out and there’s a lot of bugs out here. We will probably need it.” I rolled my eyes and waited as he fumbled around with the hood and started pouring the liquid. You would have thought he was pouring molasses!! He was moving soooooo slow. I finally went over, snatched the jug from his hand and dumped it all in the container myself! I was slightly annoyed at this point, and rushed us back on the road.

When we arrived to the canyon, I was so taken aback. It didn’t even look real. It looked like a painting or a green screen. We walked up to the main overlook and were just in awe of the beauty. Then, my dad, who was in the middle of a Facebook challenge promoting awareness for ptsd, saw a little cliff that we could hike to and said he wanted to film his pushups for the challenge down there, and asked Jon-Paul to film it. I said I’d go along as well. We hiked our way down there and filmed the pushups, after which Jon-Paul asked my dad to take a picture of us. Little did I know he was actually recording. Jon-Paul took me to the edge and started to tell me that a little less than a year before that, when he visited the Grand Canyon, he was in this exact spot trying to send me a picture and couldn’t get it to send. (fun fact, there’s like zero cell service out there) He told me that it kept failing to send, and he said out loud, “Ugh! I just want to talk to her!”, and in that moment he realized he had feelings for me. He then got down on one knee and said some stuff that I honestly don’t even remember because I was so flustered and excited! I immediately said yes before he could even finish asking me to marry him! I was shaking and so so happy. Then, he turned me around and his whole family had flown out to be apart of the day! In fact, because they were using buddy passes, they weren’t able to fly in on Sunday as planned and had been traveling right behind us our whole trip! They only passed us while we were at the longest gas station stop known to man lol! As if all of that wasn’t enough, he proposed on the anniversary of my grandfather’s passing with a diamond from one of my grandfather’s rings. It was simply perfect. We drove back to Phoenix and went to dinner that night and celebrated the day. It was so beautiful and magical and wonderful.

And that’s how I would sum up the past three years since Jon-Paul and I have been together. Beautiful, magical, and wonderful. I’m so grateful everyday that God brought us together. It was definitely not something either of us expected, but it has been the best years of my life. He is the most kind, loving, funny, caring man I could have ever asked for. He surpasses all of my wildest dreams everyday, and I am so glad I said “Yes” to him two years ago. Ladies, if you get one thing from this post, let it be this- Do not settle for a man that treats you less than what you deserve. I promise you that it is worth the wait! There is absolutely nothing that can replace the feeling of knowing you are with the one that God intended you to be with. Wait for the man that will exceed your expectations and surpass your wildest dreams, and give you a beautiful, magical, and wonderful life.

XOXO

ELK

You’re Never Gonna Let Me Down

I have been stressing about writing this blog for a long time now! I was supposed to do a “first week in Atlanta” update and got completely swamped with the move. I was honestly so stressed because I made a commitment to building up the blog this year, and in order to build it, I had to actually be posting on it! We had so many great things happen in that first week, but I just didn’t feel led to write- something that I rely on God heavily for. If He doesn’t give me the okay to release something, it doesn’t get released! Needless to say, there’s quite a few backlogged blogs!  But now, after more than a month here in the blessed ATL, I understand why God had me wait.

Today is a special day. It’s the day we set aside to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus. Every church will have a special service planned out that was undoubtedly rehearsed at least 3 or 4 times. The choirs and pews will be significantly more full, attire will be nicer, and hats will be bigger- if you’re in the south, that is. The band will rehearse to make sure every note is perfect. The singers will make sure the know every lyric. The preachers will try to write the perfect message to inspire newcomers and veterans alike. I truly love the excellence that we strive for on special services- in fact, I think we should have that standard for every service- but what’s so funny and so beautiful is, the Spirit Of God will show up regardless of our attempts at perfection. He always does, as long as He’s invited! I think sometimes we forget that. We get into a situation and wonder if God will show up this time.

I’ve found myself in a couple of scenarios recently where I got to the point of wondering if God would show up. Just because Jon-Paul and I had the faith to make this move to Atlanta does not mean that that faith hasn’t been tested. We have faced circumstances that seemed insurmountable. And at times I wondered how in the world God was going to provide and what I could do to “help” him. I was driving down the road one day and felt to Holy Spirit say, “Baby, how can you have enough faith in God to obey Him and pick up and move your family across the country, and not believe He will provide in your everyday life?”

I was so taken aback, and in that moment, my faith was taken to a whole new level. In our short time here, we’ve seen God move more powerfully than ever before. We’ve seen our bank account tripled TWICE, been offered and accepted amazing jobs, locked into a great church, and seen God provide every step of the way. We’ve been given prophetic words and words of wisdom left and right- as if God is reassuring us that we made the right decision. To use the words of Jon-Paul, it’s like we are reading a book and there’s a new surprise on every page. We didn’t have all the answers when we came here and we still don’t , but God does. He has been so unbelievably faithful.

I think it’s so easy for us to underestimate God. We think we have to help Him out, like He isn’t capable of doing it himself. Or even worse, we think he’s too busy with other stuff to show up. But honey, He always shows up. Every time. He gave His only son for you. And that Son was beaten, whipped, scared, hung on a cross, and pierced; he died, took the keys to death, hell, and the grave, rose again and ascended into heaven ALL FOR YOU. What makes you think he will let you down now?! He worked to hard to save you to let you go now! He loves you too much! If he battled hell for you, I can guarantee you He’s willing to take on your current earthly circumstances.

On this Easter Sunday, while you are in your church service or eating a delicious meal, just remember how much you are loved and cherished. You are loved by a God who will never let you down. He will show up in your life and meet you right where you’re at. You just have to invite Him (Revelation 3:20). I sincerely pray that you have a wonderful, joyful, safe, fun-filled day.

Happy Easter, Y’all!

XOXO

ELK

7 Things I Learned In My First 365 Days as Mrs. Keller

Marriage is an adventure. Apparently the saying that time flies when you’re having fun is true, because it definitely does not feel like a year. At this exact time last year, I was preparing to take a walk down a very wet, grassy aisle to marry the man of my dreams. By the grace of God, Hurricane Matthew managed to cease, what had been up until 10 minutes before I walked down the aisle, a torrential downpour. One of the ring bearers was MIA due to the fact that he was 2 and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse was much more entertaining than watching his aunt get married. Also by the grace of God, I managed to squeak out my vows after having the worst cold of my life the entire week before the wedding. We took communion with a slice of Italian sandwich bread and a glass of sangria that was rushed up to the altar during a time of prayer by my aunt due to my mom forgetting about communion amidst her million other tasks for the week. There were several other issues that went unbeknownst to me until 3 months after the fact, but it was still the most amazing and magical night of my life. I still could never thank everyone enough for all they did- from flying in from all over the country, to setting up, to keeping my mom sane, to tearing down, none of it would have been possible without each and every one of you, and I am eternally grateful. Today, I want to take time to share with you the 7 most important things I learned in the past year. I hope this is something that won’t just resonate with newlyweds or engaged couples, but with everyone. Let’s get started!

1. Patience and grace. With myself, my husband, and with God. The term patience is a virtue never became more true to me than in the past year. Something I had to learn very early on is that marriage is never-ending learning process. Jon-Paul and I had never been married to each other, therefore we really had no clue what we were doing! And we still don’t! That was a very hard pill for me to swallow. I LOVE being good at things and mastering them. In marriage, we encounter new things every day. And we are not always going to respond to those situations in a perfect way. The most important thing is to have patience with yourself and your spouse. Jon-Paul has done some things in the past year that have genuinely pissed me off or hurt my feelings. I have done the same thing to him, probably 10 times as many times! But you have to be patient with one another, and offer grace to them and yourself when you mess up. And you are going to mess up. Neither of you are perfect! As for God, you must have patience and know that He knows what He’s doing. You can’t be in control all the time! 

2. You can never apologize too many times. I believe you are never more strong than when you can admit that you were wrong. I also did not mean for that to rhyme, but it did, so we will stick with it! You gotta lower your pride, babe. Hop off your high horse, admit you messed up and apologize! I remember one specific week about 6 or 7 months ago where I swear I apologized at least 8-10 times a day. I was dealing with some hormonal imbalances and was “snippy McGee” as my husband affectionately called me. It should be known that he has continued to have immense grace for me as this has persisted. I told him, “I feel like I’ve apologized so much more in the past week than I have in my entire life!” But through that process, I learned how important it is to apologize. At the end of the day, you have to go home with that person and crawl in the same bed. When you harbor resentment or refuse to admit you were wrong, the 6 inches of space between you and him in your queen sized bed can feel like a million miles. You have to communicate. You have to voice your feelings. You have to go through the hard things in order to get to the good things! It’s not always easy to talk about your weaknesses and screw-ups, but it is crucial for the survival of your marriage. 

3. God needs to be your number one. One of the main reasons I love my husband so much is because he loves God more than he loves me. When you put God first, not just in your relationships, but in life in general, you set yourself up for success. See, when you love someone, you automatically make decisions based on pleasing that person and protecting your relationship with them. With love comes respect. Ultimately, because God is before me for Jon-Paul, and because God is before Jon-Paul for me, we not only make decisions based on each other’s needs, but based on what we know God wants for us separately and as a couple. You cannot allow yourself to put any human being, not even your spouse, before God. In a healthy relationship, the closer you both move to God, the closer you get to each other. This is a true source of intimacy. Speaking of which, that’s a perfect segway into point number four.

4. Sex is not everything. Growing up in the church, we are taught that sex is great under the covenant of marriage, but outside of that covenant, it is destructive, sinful, and should NEVER be done. Some are even scared straight with “the talk” including all of the negative consequences of pre-marital sex. I am all for sexual purity before marriage. I believe that is a Biblical principle and a standard that I held myself to,  but I believe the church, particularly the youth ministry, has focused far too much on the negative side of pre-marital sex. You are told your whole life “No sex until marriage” or “You can only give it once and that should be to your husband” etc. And we aren’t just told that, it’s literally drilled into our minds. Like most other things, too much of anything can be detrimental.  This either scares us to death of sex, or we rush into marriage with the wrong person just so it will be “under the covenant” So here’s sweet little Susie Q getting married as a virgin because she’s been told time after time to not have sex, and then suddenly she says the words “I Do” and signs a piece of paper and we’re all like “YEAH! Go be fruitful and multiply!” We have given the misconception that intimacy through sex is found in the physical side only. What I discovered in the first few months of marriage was that, yes, the physical aspect does bring you and your spouse closer, but the real intimacy through sex is found in the open line of communication before, during, and after intercourse. Yes, I said during. No it doesn’t “just happen” like in the movies. Sometimes it does, but more often than not, at least from my one year of experience, sex entails a lot of communication. You have to be able to communicate what you are comfortable with and what works for you. Sometimes you have to do a little give and take because what works for you, may not work for your spouse. This is all very personal, but it’s something that is never discussed! I say all of that to say, yes, sex is amazing, but it is not the only way of becoming intimate with your spouse. Talking about things like feelings and emotions, and perspectives, both negative and positive, are so so very important to achieve intimacy. Like the every youth pastor on the planet has ever said, “Intimacy equals into-me-you-see” 

*Moving Right Along*

5. Nothing is ever THAT bad. Fights suck. Jon-Paul and I didn’t have our first real fight until we were registering for our wedding. We had had disagreements and minor tifts here and there, but nothing like this blow out. To spare you a very long story, basically I had unintentionally set very high expectations for this trip to Target and Bed, Bath, and Beyond. This was going to be magical and we were going to run through the aisles scanning everything our hearts desired and we would both be so excited to choose what kind of dishes and pots and pans and bedding we would get to build our new love nest. The only problem with that, aside from the fact that I was living in fantasy land, was that I did not communicate these expectations to my very loving and patient husband. After an hour and a half of scanning JUST kitchen items in BB&B, he had reached his max for the day (side note: apparently they don’t let you run rampant with the scanner like in the movies at BB&B). This caused a huge blow up because in my mind, he didn’t care about our new life together. After he took an hour-long trip to the coffee shop in the parking lot of the store, we promptly  left. It was a YUGE fight for 30 minutes solid in the car on the way home. I was PISSED that he didn’t read my mind to find out my expectations. HOW DARE HE! Any way, during that giant fight all I could think about was, “Oh my gosh, this is it. We are going to break off the engagement and we’ll be done. We can never recover from this fight.”Boy, was I wrong (thank God). We sat in that car and talked for over an hour once we got to the apartment and worked it out. We realized I needed to share and make more realistic my expectations, and he needed to make a little bit more of an effort to participate. He had a very reasonable explanation for not being concerned with our pots and pans- he doesn’t cook much, therefore he wouldn’t be using them. As for the dishes, so long as he can drink the milk from it once done with his cereal, he’s good. All in all, I have learned that no fight is THAT bad. Sometimes it takes just talking it out, or taking time to think things through. Ultimately, you have to communicate* (See point 4 on intimacy)

6. Me time is crucial. Just because the two have become one, doesn’t mean that the one can’t still have time for him/her self. In fact, I’m pretty sure in order to resist the urge strangle your spouse from time to time, you need to take me time. Go get a mani/pedi, or hang out with a girlfriend, or, my personal favorite, go walk around Target and design six different versions of your living room, only to walk out with everything your didn’t need and nothing that you did! You cannot lose who you are. That’s not what marriage is about. Who you marry should amplify who you are, not diminish. And though your interests may change, the time you take for yourself should not. 

7. As is accountability. This is so so important. Surround yourself with successful, Godly married couples to look up to. We have several couples that have sort of taken us under their wings and taught us so many valuable lessons. We also have a few couples our age to glean from as well. They are our peers and we can talk to them about newlywed things that no one else would understand. Some of our best friends in the whole world were married just a few months after us, so being able to partner with them and walk through this together has been an integral part of our lives. Both of these types of couples have permission to ask us the hard questions. They can ask us about our financial state, our communication, our sex life, and so many other things because we trust them to help keep us on the right path. Most of them have been there, done that, made the mistakes, had great triumphs etc., so they can speak from experience. 

This past year has been so beyond amazing. I have learned so much about Jon-Paul and myself, and who we are as a couple. We are a team. We fight for each other and for our marriage. Marriage is not work. I personally don’t like when people say that. Theres a saying that goes, “When you love what you do, you never work a day in your life.” If you love playing the guitar, sure, you take lessons and train yourself to get better. You sometimes play until your fingers bleed. It hurts your hands and wrists some times, but at the end of the day, it’s your passion and you love it. Marriage is the same way. You have to walk through some hard times, you have to practice to get better, and you have to learn some hard lessons. But at the end of the day, you love that person more than anything else in the whole world, and you are passionate about your marriage. So babe, thanks for making this the best year of my life. It has had its ups and downs, we have laughed and cried, but we have been together through it all, and that’s all I could ever ask for. You are my best friend and I love you so much. Here’s to 100 years more of the best sleep over ever. Happy Anniversary, honey bunches.