Sister Sister

I love my sisters,

They are fun

and cute

and sometimes they come and stay with me and Adam for sister weekends

Me and Ally Baked Goodies

Adam and Jessi shot some stuff

Yay for sisters

Red One...

If I were sitting next to you I would punch you in the arm and shout-

"RRRRREDDDDDDDD one!"

Because....

Taaadaaa!

I'm the proud owner of a RED Volkswagon Bug!

this is my favorite part.

harooooooooooooooo!!!!!

My Mohawk Man

My darling husband has a way of. . . persuading me into things. His eyes do this sort of droopy sad stare thing, and his lips do this pouty pouty frown thing that drives me nuts, his shoulders shrug and then hunch and SERIOUSLY he looks like a four year old kid sitting in the candy isle at walmart guilting mom into buying a treat.

I cant say no to him.

ever.

So the other day when I cut him off with an "ABSOLUTELY NO" before he could finish asking if I would cut his hair into a mohawk, his whole charade began:

"But I've always wanted one and I finally can have one because I'm not living in my parents house, on a mission, attending BYU, or working at a job that prohibits it, this summer is the only time in my life when I can have one and the only thing that's stopping me is you PLEASEpleasePLEASEplease Manda PLEASE!!!!"

ugh, I know right?

I'm horrible if I say no.

I can hardly look at him if I say yes.

So I invested in a bandanna to permanently cover my eyes for the next 4-6 weeks.

My husband is sporting a mohawk that he blow dries, straightens and styles every morning.

He loves it, it makes him happy, so I guess it makes me happy too.

Home Sweet Home

This...

Is our adorable home.

1 bedroom, 1 bathroom, and a kitchen/living room.

Its tiny, and perfect, and I mostly just love it

because its

Ours.

Journal Archives

I like keeping journals, I especially like reading journals. I like the way reading my words stirs up thoughts and feelings as if my brain were a library filled with dusty old books full of memories.

When Adam and I first started dating he inspired me, I wanted to write everything down, I never wanted to forget the things he said to me, the things that filled me with butterflies, dates we went on, feelings I had, I wanted it all to last forever on paper so that I could refer back to my precious memories years from now.

This is one of my favorite memories, this is the night that I realized that Adam would be my husband.

No Words.

10/2009

"You’re my favorite" he tells her sweetly, "Goodnight".

She fumbled for her keys, trying not to act suspicious, she takes her time unlocking the door to her apartment.

"Goodnight" She repeated back.

A hint of disappointment in her voice. Don’t go she thought, just stay with me a little while longer. Don’t go…

It was pouring rain and the stairwell provide them shelter from a weeping sky.

He took her in for another strong, loving embrace, held for a moment longer than usual; she knew he didn’t want to let go either. But he did. He let go and kissed her forehead tenderly and walked down the stairs, out to the rain cover side walk.

Her lips curved into a smile, she was filled with contentment and hope as she watched him walk away in the dark, a hood covering his sandy hair, head phones blaring with music she hated. Hanging on his every step her eyes followed him until he was out of sight.

She turned to walk into an empty apartment, but stopped. In an instant, seemingly without permission from her brain, and completely automatically her legs acted as an extension from her heart, they took her out in to the cold night, barefoot and in a dress, she ran to him. With no regard for tact, rules, or discretion she was acting on desire alone. She needed him. She wanted him. And in that moment there just wasn't any other way.

Hesitation almost caused her to turn back, rationality swept over her and suddenly she wondered what he might think. Such a forward action would surely cause him to think differently of her. A stream of "what am I doing?" type thoughts filled her brain and she questioned herself. After what seemed to be an eternity of debate between, head and heart , she knew her legs couldn’t be stopped so she kept running, her heart pulling her toward him like a magnet.

Finally, she reached him, in one bold move she wrapped her arms around him from behind. Startled, he whipped around to find her soaked and smiling. She was laughing and breathing hard. Still unsure of what she had just done.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn’t, couldn’t - I just couldn’t let you go…then…there…back there at my apartment", she stumble over the words she hadn't planned to say, hoping for a reaction that would justify her actions.

"I'm sor-", she was cut off by his lips finding hers.

He kissed her. He took her head in his hands and kissed her. An honest, passion filled, amazing, life altering, magical, kiss. The rain fell on their heads as they stood in the street. She pulled away to make sure that he was real, that this was really happening. To her disbelief, it was happening. He was happening. He looked in her eyes with the same disbelief. A feeling that she was becoming more and more familiar with. She smiled and buried her face in his chest, drenched in emotion, and rain. She struggled to take it all in, never wanting it to end; the rain, the kiss and for the first time so far in this premature relationship she realized that she didn't want it to end either.

It was a real life picture perfect moment, a moment that only happens once or twice in a lifetime. A moment that fills a person up till they're overflowing with sensation and emotion that washes over them till they're nearly drowning in it. The kind of moment that needs no words. Unnecessary of words that couldn’t even come close to providing it justice.

"Wow" managed to escape his perfect lips, "where have you been?" he asked her.

She smiled and stood on her tip toes to kiss his cheek.

A familiar exchange of words:

"Goodnight" she whispered.

"Night sweetheart" he said.

She took a last gaze into his brown eyes, and reluctantly turned to run back to her apartment, her hair and dress drenched, heart full.

She ran up the stairs into a dry living room; closing the door behind her she collapsed onto the wall seeking its support to hold her up. Unsure if her legs would be able to keep her standing much longer, her knees grew weak and a smile again found her face as she slid down the wall.

In that quiet moment alone sitting on the living room floor of her empty apartment her mind became clear--she came to a realization that no longer scarred her: this is it, He is it.

That Day...

Danni, my roommate and I had a big breakfast of undercooked Belgium waffles that morning, right before a singles ward Bar B Que which was the last thing I wanted to do on my 2nd Saturday living in Provo. What I really wanted to do was pack up all of my things and move back home, back to my parents house where there was no rent payment hanging over my head and I didn't feel so much pressure to go out on dates, back to my comfortable basement, where the history channel and food network kept me company, where my mom and sisters were right there with me no effort necessary to make new friends. The newness of Provo was overwhelming me and it had only been 2 weeks, the only thing keeping me there was school, and to me that didn't seem like a good enough reason. I felt like I had made a terrible decision, I planned to make it through that fall semester and at the end I would move back to my comfort zone.

After waffles I weighed out the pros and cons and decided to give the Bar B Que a chance. I picked an outfit and made a game plan: Danni and I would go, stay for few minuets avoid any awkward conversation and then get the heck out of there. As we approached the group of loud, young, chatting, LDS singles my attitude only got worse. We found a spot on a grass covered hill and I waited for our escape. Then out of nowhere there was a boy. I watched him walk up to the food table and alone fill his plate. He was wearing a tee shirt and jeans but what really made him special was his black rimmed glasses, he was CUTE. I thought to myself that surely he wouldn't sit by me or even pay me any attention. I figured I'd go home before he noticed me staring, before I had the chance to get up he walked over to me and my room mate and sat down. I thought I was going to pass out.

What was i supposed to say?

Do I play it cool?

Do I act interested?

I was totally clueless.

He was charming and sweet and I was interested. The next week he called me for a date, we went out. Suddenly Provo became beautiful and wonderful, and I loved being here, and never wanted to leave, He did that to me. Since that Saturday in september he's been the only one, Its been love since day one.

I'm so glad I went to that bar b que,

I'm so glad Adam moved to Utah

I'm so glad

so glad.

:)

Once upon a time...

there was this one boy...

there was also a girl

they met

fell in love

and got married

this is the story of how they lived,

happily ever after