Oh, and we got our engagement pictures done. Steve was miserable. He hates pictures. His face in most of them look like I'm holding a knife to his back. It's kinda funny.
But then some are cute. Like this one.
Ah no, I'm one of those cheesy, crazy in love engaged people. Sorry if I make you feel like puking.
Also, great news-I narrowed down my bridesmaids to a final count...12. Yes. There will be 12. I know, it's a little not normal, but I couldn't narrow it any more from that, so we're gonna stick with an even dozen. We'll see how that goes...
Can I add a cheesy bit of info too? Of course I can. I do it all the time. It is MY blog after all. :) I got to spend a few days with steve's family down in southern utah boating and stuff, and it was really interesting to see what family meant to them. You could see how his family definitely has different personalities than mine, but they still had such a high priority for having a sense of "family". I have so much respect for his parents. Wow. They are wonderful people. His siblings-they are a ton like my brothers. It's not any of this gushy sensitive stuff you would get from a family of girls (he does have one sister though, but you can tell she grew up working hard to survive around them), it's a lot of the survival of the fittest that happened in my family-but it's so fun. Everything is a competition, and everything is way more intense than it would be with other people. You have to stick up for yourself, and when you're a Jazz fan surrounded by Lakers fans that just won a championship that is not easy.
It's harsh-but so fun. It makes me miss that with my fam a bit. Maybe it's just me, but do you ever sometimes you miss the way things were before, but you don't know what's in store for the future, and you wonder if maybe it's better, but you don't think anything ever could be? Woah, run on sentence. Anyway, I loved growing up with my brothers. I love them a lot, and I love how we did things. But that doesn't mean that I can't find even more of that happiness in the future just because childhood is past. Who knows, maybe my kids will be even cooler than me and my brothers were growing up. I figure if I'm doing all I can to live right I'll be blessed with bigger happiness to fill the shoes of the happiness I had growing up. I miss childhood. I admit it. So I'm kinda sayin this to myself, but maybe you've felt that too? But things get better, better than you thought they could. And it seems you only find yourself experiencing even deeper happiness than you thought you could before. Even the Beatles agree when they say "I have to admit it's getting better, it's getting better all the time." Ah, the profound Beatles. Love them.
I think that's true. Things only get better. I mean honestly. I'm getting married for heavens sakes! What makes you happier than that?! Ok, enough philosophy for today.
Enjoy the sunshine! Eat a popsicle. woot woot!
