Two years ago...

I became a wife. Two years. Two whole years.

I've been going over in my head today all that has changed since then, and all that hasn't. In two years, we have lived in three different cities. We have trained for and finished a half-marathon. We have moved 1600 miles from our families.

We've hiked, parasailed and rafted. We've walked sandy beaches and strolled through famous vineyards. We've danced, dined and dreamed. We've fought. We've made up. We've laughed together and cried together. We've learned together. We've grown together.

After two years, I am more sure than ever that I made the best decision of my life when I told my husband, "I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."

Here's to two wonderful years. And to many, many more.

Beyond warm

I love Spring. May is absolutely by far my favorite month of the year. The flowers, the fresh temperatures, the beginning of summer (I know, I know... summer doesn't "technically" start until June, but to that I say "whatever").

But I'm feeling this year like I got a little ripped off! Yesterday was a record-setting 96 degrees. 96! We seem to have skipped over May and gone right to August.

I know we've lived here for a year now, but I can't help but still make some comparisons to North Dakota. One year ago, Phil and I ran a half-marathon in rainy/slushy/windy 45 degrees. That's 50 degrees, people!

In any case, I am pulling out the skirts and tank tops. Summer came early.

In other too warm news, I took a bite of cereal this morning to find that the milk soaking my shredded wheat was room temperature. Not a good way to start the day. This is the third time in a year that we have had refrigerator problems. Does anyone know how to break bad refrigerator luck? Wait a second..... it all started when I cracked an ice tray. Does that mean I have 6 more years of room-temperature milk?