Little things that mean a lot.....

It was 12am on Friday when Ross came to pick me up from the airport. His face had "need a home cooked meal" all over it. It's in these little stolen glances that the guilt seeps in. Am I doing the best I can, everyday, to make sure my husband is happy?

I got into the car, but not before a welcome home smooch, which was much needed for both sides. My whole body began to ache, and I could tell Ross was looking for any sign of life one me, some way he could make sure I was awake enough just to keep him company on the ride home. So, I sat up and asked as many questions as I could.

It's always two moments in time, that I'm the surest I've been since the alter, that Ross and I are meant to be. The first would be the sound of airplane wheels retracting into their compartments, that click of metal immediately followed by the air lifting the plane's body. And the second would be, the feeling of the first set of wheels slamming onto the tar mack. These seem like trivial sounds or events, but they each symbolize a different feeling I have for Ross.

The first reminds me that I already miss being away from him, no matter how stubborn we each become, and the second......the second is the way I know it's time to relax and be myself, to come home to what I know is right.

That next morning, Ross left early to go play basketball, and the only way I actually know this is because he came back at 8:30 and told me so. Though we didn't have much planned, by 9:45 that night I was ready to go to bed, and I felt horrible about that, but my body needed rest as a much larger travel was afoot on Sunday. I put in a load of work shirts for drying, and fell asleep, only to wake up early this morning and realize, my clothes probably weren't dry enough.........GREAT....I was going to smell like Ross' abused basketball shorts again : (

But just as I got up to go check, all, ALL of my laundry was done and put into a basket. This may not seem like much to anyone of consequence, but it was like a tiny vacation for me. My eyes instantly welled with tears as I realized that Ross had to have stayed up a good three hours to get the second load done. A large smile spread across my face, and I ran to our bedroom to thank him. No matter what, Ross will always be, to me, the most thoughtful man I know.

The Wedding

Ross and I were married Saturday, March 21st.

I'd like to say that everything changed the moment we tied the knot, but that's not life. In all honesty, practically nothing changed, and that makes it all worth the walk down the isle. Aside from the good food and friends, I have never felt more a part of something greater than marrying into Ross' family. I can whole-heartedly say that I love every bit of the sixteen. We all bring something amazing and unique to the group, and it's my personal belief that, if we were to battle another group of eight siblings and their spouses, we'd kick their trash.

Needless to say, Ross' whole being is different to me. His face has matured in this way that has husband written all over it. Either way, I am even more in love with him than the day we started dating.

My first entry

Since the proposal,

It's been difficult to get back to normal, and maybe that's a good thing. Normal for me has always been a delicate balance of fear and stress, with a powdered-sugar dusting of personal happiness. In essence, it's the kind of donut people leave behind in the box. So I guess being happy really isn't all that bad.

On a different note, Ross and I finally picked a tentative date, March 21st, and Utah as our location. I have found two places I need to tour, one of which I have a really good feeling about. Altogether, even if the whole wedding were to crumble around us, I think Ross and I would just laugh, exchange witty comments and movie quotes, and then walk barefoot to the nearest McDonald's. Sounds crazy, but hey, that's us.