Two Years

This weekend brings us to our second anniversary.  What a fun thing to celebrate.

We were trying to think of a fun anniversary tradition to keep up, but considering last year's anniversary, we didn't have much to work with.  Last year we were (A) in Detroit, (B) eating at McDonald's, and (C) with my extended family for the entire day.  Like I said, not much anniversary material there.  The ironic thing is, as it turns out, we're actually going to be with my family all day again this year.

Maybe next year we'll break this cycle!

For now, enjoy some things that I just love about Scott at this moment.  They all make me laugh so much.

1. We had a free-meal card for Café Rio, so of course we used it.  When we got to the end of the line, Scott tried to initiate that "FREE MEAL!" shout that they do by screaming the phrase himself.  No one responded.  Hahaha.

2. The other day, we were going to have a banana peanut butter toast snack, and Scott just had to slice the bananas long-ways.  Like he was julienning those things.

Who would ever think to do that!?  And I know he just does these things to get a reaction from me.

3. Last weekend we went on this moonlit ski lift ride up at Sundance and Scott got the loudest hiccups I've ever heard.  They just echoed through the valley.  Sorry to everyone else there who was on romantic dates...because those hiccups belonged to mine. 

Happy Anniversary my love!  Life is beautiful because you're in it.

Moving Day

Yesterday was moving day.  We were super prepared so it was pretty painless.  The biggest casualty was a ripped bag of flour, and that is pretty good if you ask me.

Amid the chaos of moving, I ran around the house capturing some final views of the home.  Enjoy.

Of course I had to get a final picture of the demons we refer to as "pokies" from the yard.  May I never step on one of these with bare feet again.

One last picture of the stick figure on our bedroom ceiling.  I've stared at that thing so many times.

I no longer think acquiring food storage is such a good idea...

These bricks could kill a man.  Scott and I have both scraped our limbs on these things and it takes months to recover.

The new home-owner's guide to the house complete with map of baby fruit trees.

We made it. :)

Memoir of our Red Brick House

March 2013

 Well, the contract is intact, so it looks like we're leaving our first home for good.

The night we found out that the house had sold was a sad one actually.  It felt like the end.  Of course it's also the beginning of something else, but it is the end of this.  It was bittersweet.

I will always remember the day Scott officially moved into this house.  I brought on over some dish rags and a silverware organizer.  Bachelors never have such things, so it was a good house-warming gift.  We sat on the floor and sweated because the air conditioner wasn't working and Scott owned no furniture.  It was a proud moment, all the same.

Eventually Scott got a few things for the house.  Like a mattress.  We folded it up like a taco in the Thompson's jeep and drove it home.  We also got some hand-me-down items from people in the ward.  We assembled that weird IKEA "dresser" that was really just an earthquake hazard.  Scott bought a lawn mower.  For some reason, the kitchen table got put in the living room and stayed there for months.

I would come over almost every day after school or work. (I had my own key!)  Sometimes I'd even make dinner at the house before Scott got home.  I felt at home there.  We planted flowers.  They died.  We planted fruit trees.  A few of them also died.  We patched holes and fixed up a lot of things that needed fixing.  It became a great home.

Eventually it was clear that soon this would be my house too.  Scott even asked me to marry him in this very house.  (I'm pretty much weeping now in case you are wondering.)  Wedding plans came and went and then our wedding came and went and then we lived together in the red house in marital bliss.

I've watched the giant maple tree change colors through our living room window a couple times now.  I put on my cap and gown here.  We both made big job decisions here.  We met a lot of new people and families here.  We did a lot of growing up here.

And now the time has come for something new.  Things are definitely going to change for us, but it's comforting to know that the important things won't.  Scott will still come home from work and smooch me to death every day before dinner.  We still won't be very far from many family and friends.  (In fact, for a couple weeks we may be uncomfortably close to some family and friends. Haha, hi Mom.)

So long, Orem!  You've been good to us. I'm excited for Home #2 because I know it'll be even better.  (That is, if we can find something we want to buy...wish us luck.)