Remember when I came up with a special blog post to celebrate having only ten days left until my wedding? Well, here are three more Christian-and-Mary pictures to celebrate the fact that, earlier this month, Christian and I had our fourth month-a-versary. 1. Christian and I at Adam and Tiffani Winsor's wedding reception last October. This is not too long after we started dating, and when I first met Christian's parents. I kind of have a look on my face like I'd rather not get my picture taken, which is probably exactly how I felt, and also my hair doesn't look great. Still, I love this picture. 2. Christian and I at his apartment, in early January. This was actually taken the night we told our parents that we were engaged. We were both pretty tired, but also very happy and excited. Also, I look almost muscular in that shirt. 3. Fast-forward seven months to early August. This is Christian and I at the airport, waiting for Michael to get off his plane. We made an awesome poster that said "RUN HOME JACK" for the occasion that I don't think Michael really got to see. Christian's the one looking slightly disheveled in this picture, with his nose all smashed and his glasses askew. It's still one of my favorite pictures of us.
First thought: I said a while ago that one of the only ways I was going to get the absolutely perfect blog layout that I wanted was going to be creating it myself, and while I wasn't interesting in exploring that option then, I recently became interested, and I explored, and I created. Behold my creation! It's not perfect, I know, but I enjoy it. Maybe it'll stick around longer than the average layout does on my blog. Second thought: Eric got his mission call yesterday. He's going to the Georgia Macon Mission. Congratulations, Eric! Third thought: Christian went online recently and calculated that I actually have four semesters of school left, instead of the three that I had estimated and have been talking about for the past eight months. Blerg. Fourth thought: The worst thing about getting sunburned, apart from the part when it hurts so bad that you don't want to move, is the part when your skin starts peeling. It just looks so gross. Fifth thought: Frisbee pictures.