Wednesday, June 3, 2009
My Great Life
Three years ago I married my best friend. That's what everyone says right? Well I really mean it. Brandon and I were married 3 years ago today at 11:00am and it was a day to remember. First, record breaking heat of 113 degrees in AZ. My family was all dying being from rainy Washington. Then eating lunch at the Landmark, and finally the reception that night where the stupid cake lady forgot my purple strips and I am still mad about it. After that we left for the Mariott to await our dream honeymoon in Hawaii. Sounds like a dream right. The wedding day was great, great pictures, great family, great friends, and great food. Everything went smoothly and I was just happy to finally be married to Brandon after 3 years of dating.
However the honeymoon is another story. First when we were leaving the reception we got to the hotel and I remembered that I forgot my makeup bag so we had to drive all the way back to the house. Then by the time we got back to the hotel it was so late and we were so tired, needless to say it wasn't much of a honeymoon night. Then we woke up early to catch our plane to beautiful Hawaii when we realized that the airport was ridiculously crowded. We ended up in the wrong line for 45 min (even though we asked 2 airport people if we were in the right line) and ended up sprinting down the runway in flip flops in order to catch our plane where we didn't even get to sit next to each other. Finally we got to Hawaii, got all our stuff, and drove to the beautiful hotel where we were staying. The hotel however failed to mention that it was in the middle of a construction zone and our 2nd floor room was right next to the elevator with a view of the cement side of the next building. Waking up to a vacuum at 6 in the morning is not my idea of a great honeymoon. We decided to make the best of it by enjoying the free vacation thanks to Brandon's parents. The first 2 days were fine. The beach was crowded and not the best but we made it work. One good thing was the ethnic market down the street that had all kinds of food and fun shopping. On the third day we ventured to the north side of the island where it was beautiful and went to the PCC. However, half way through our PCC tour Brandon started to feel ill and by the time the dinner started he was shaking and sweating. We had to leave. Then for the next 2 days Brandon laid in bed, all day, by himself while I hung out on the beach and by the pool. Needless to say it wasn't great so in 7 years for our 10th anniversary we are going back to do it right.
Even with the rough start our marriage has been a dream. We get along so well that the only thing we have ever fought about is when to have Jackson (I won of course). He is my best friend and understands me better than anyone else, and he even loves me with all my flaws and sometimes crazy behavior. He is understanding, supportive, funny, and loving. The best husband and father I could ask for and I am so grateful to God everyday for bringing him into my life and allowing me to live my life with him. I love him with all my heart and am so happy to call myself his wife.