on my second wedding anniversary

two years ago i was wed to monsieur jones. we were sealed in the idaho falls temple for time and all eternity. i knew i had taken on a huge commitment at a very young age. i knew that i still had a lot of things i wanted to accomplish in my life.

getting married in eastern idaho in mid-november does not guarantee great wedding day weather (although there was no ironic rain). it was cold. the plants were all dead. the gardens at the temple were nothing but dirt. the trees had lost most of their leaves. my wedding cake looked like it belonged at a twelve-year-old's birthday party. my brother cameron couldn't be there. a lot of wonderful, influential friends weren't able to make it.


i hardly noticed. it was the happiest day of my life.

i was young (at least two years younger than now), bright-eyed, and wildly in love. and that is what i remember most. everything that day was about love.

my mom made me taquitos for our luncheon (i love you). my dad stayed up past 9:30 and went twenty minutes past his perfectly planned schedule (i love you). my sister jil posed in pictures even though she was eight months pregnant (i love you). my sweet bridesmaids spent the entire day at our disposal (i love you). my in-laws mingled with davises all day long (i love you). my cousin ern became our bar tender at the last minute so i could have my cherry diet coke (i love you). and so many people went out of their way to let us know how excited they were for us (i love you).

and wouldn't it be wonderful if i could always carry that feeling with me in our marriage? i thnk it does. after two years, this is how it goes.

he harasses me for taking too long to blog (i love you). i mess up the dinner i spent all night making (i love you). he reminds me to say please and thank you (i love you). i spend 12 hours away from home between work and my commute (i love you). he digs his bony legs into me on the couch (i love you). i repeatedly hit snooze on my alarm for almost an hour every morning, waking him (i love you). i get cranky and say things i don't mean to say (i love you). he looks past it (i love you). he stays up all night studying for tests and still makes time to go home teaching (i love you). we slowly build a life together, dream together, and hope for the best (i love you)

and so it goes. but i fear that we get so caught up in the events that we occasionally forget the guiding force behind them. in case all of those terms of affection get lost in our daily interactions, let's have it out here.

jesse, i love you. i am so glad you are my best friend. happy anniversary.