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Wedding: The Dress and One Month After

Aubrey — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 04:04:57 +0000

IT’S BEEN EXACTLY ONE MONTH SINCE I’VE WORN THIS DRESS.

One whole, long, fast, crazy, blissful month.

It’s a month that I’ll never forget – with the good and the bad and the crazy all tangled together into an intricate web that wraps me up inside of it, a cocoon of our own sort.

This? This is home. Where the ruffled skirts and the boy boxers share space in the laundry bins and the bed covers are highly coveted property. Where we let down our guards and allow the other person in with the promise to love the other wholly, for exactly who they are. Where we share strengths and admit all weaknesses. Where we learn to argue, and budget, and have hard conversations. Where we fall in love with each other all over again.

Life is so crazy. At any given time there are a million things pulling at us, demanding either our presence or wallet or time, and a million other to-do’s or like-to’s or some-day’s floating around in our heads. This is the rhythm that we’ve made, the groove we’ve created to fit into. But the most important, the most primal part of the whole thing is the foundation it is built on.

Our marriage.

And I wouldn’t change a thing.

August 7th, 2010

Aubrey — Sat, 07 Aug 2010 11:33:50 +0000

Dear Kevin,

It’s been 305 days since you asked me the question that changed everything.

We have been together every one of those 305 days. We haven’t gone a single day without each other.

Ten months ago, I never knew I wanted or could have all that we have together.

Ten months ago, I didn’t know what true love was.

Today I do.

And I do.

I planned on writing you a long letter on here, but words can’t express how much you mean to me and how very much I love you.

So I think I’ll just whisper it in your ear tonight instead.

Engagement Recap

Aubrey — Sat, 07 Aug 2010 07:09:33 +0000

IT’S WEDDING DAY!

It’s here! It’s here!

I am so excited I could puke (but hopefully not really – that would be gross).

Since I’m pressed for time to post (it’s currently one in the morning and I’ve heard a lot of people tell me to “try to sleep”) so I’d like to lead you back to our engagement posts.

A few months ago, Kevin took me on a horse drawn carriage ride and proposed.

Today he’s making good on that promise.

I have to go wipe away these tears.

In the meantime, here is the engagement series!

And Kevin’s side of the story:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

And a picture because photos always make every post better.

Meet Aurora

Aubrey — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 11:42:28 +0000

IN CASE YOU DIDN’T SEE IT ON MY FACEBOOK OR TWITTER, this is Kevin’s new toy.

It is a brand new, 2010 Yamaha R6.

For the record? I’m TERRIFIED of bikes. I generally shy away from anything with loud engines and moving parts. I can’t explain it. It just scares me. It’s not so much the hazardness (totally not a word) as it is the loudness.

But this wasn’t about me. This was about Kevin. I could argue you all day back and forth about how bikes are dangerous. How so-and-so got in a wreck or how you watched that one Oprah episode where the mothers of teens who died from speeding talk about how dangerous these things can be.

I AGREE WITH YOU PEOPLE.

This means that YOU don’t have to own one. But for us? It was what we wanted. It’s not something we rushed into. We talked it over, looked at it from every angle and then once we were comfortable, we moved forward with it.

Sure. We could have waited. It’s not a necessity. Just like drinking Mountain Dew every day isn’t really a necessity yet I do it anyway.

Live a little!

Kevin’s put up with a lot of my crap lately. And he’s granted a lot of my wishes this year. Not to mention that he proposed to me and helped plan a majority of the wedding, took over all flight booking and scheduling preparations and made sure that he did everything he could to take the stress off of me and put it on his own shoulders.

The guy does a lot, and he really does deserve the world.

And what’s better for a wedding present than the one thing he REALLY wanted?

PS.

Arora totally isn’t the bikes name.

Ashley told him that he has to name it since my car is Bessy.

I told Kevin to think of a hot name.

He suggested Tom.

I told him he can’t name it Tom.

He suggested Beatrice.

I told him that’s an old lady name.

He threw out Aurora. You know, to get back at me for the old name comment.

But Aurora totally works – Aurora Borealis anyone? It’s pretty, and shiny, and flashy, and makes everyone point.

So yes.

You may call her Aurora. Or Tom.

Or you can be like me just and scream, “BE CAREFUL!” at the top of your lungs as Kevin rides away. Totally your call.

(I just have to say – because it needs to be said – that I have a lot of TRUST with Kevin. I trust that he will be careful when he’s riding. I trust that he’ll be aware of other drivers and know that they may not always (or more like, will probably NEVER) see him. I trust that he’ll always wear his helmet and protective gloves. This doesn’t mean I’m stupid. Of course he could get hurt. Of course something could go wrong – there are any number of situations that could turn out less than ideal for the bike, or worse, for him. For us. But again, this goes back to the TRUST. Anything could happen to anyone on ANY day. Doesn’t matter if you’re in a car, walking, biking, or just sitting down. You get what I mean. Yes. Bikes are dangerous. They are scary and I’ll be kicking myself if anything happens to him. But I love him and this was more about love and trust and letting him be who he wants to be, and less about my fears and insecurities.)

An Apology of Sorts

Aubrey — Wed, 04 Aug 2010 04:53:48 +0000

KEVIN,

You just left my house after we had a good, long, hard talk, the beginning of which consisted of you listening to me rant and rave and point fingers like a child, while you patiently sat there and let me tirade on until I dissolved into a (grody) pile of tears.

Then you did just like you always do – you grabbed me, and held me and told me it was all going to be okay. And I believed you, just like I always do.

Sadly, this isn’t the first time this week this has happened. (I’m trying my hardest to make it be the last).

On Sunday, it was my eye infection. I bawled and bawled from the fear that it wouldn’t get better in time for the wedding. You told me it would get better. I argued that the world was ending. You insisted that no matter what, I’d still be the prettiest girl you’d ever seen. Then you put on Avatar (for the fourth time – thanks Lindsay!) and rubbed my feet until I fell asleep on the couch.

Monday was an awful combination on my part of obnoxious whining and stressing, topped off with an all-day migraine. And even though you had a lot on your plate that day, you still took the time to ask how I was feeling, hold my hand, and help me clean the house.

But tonight.

OH TONIGHT.

When I ripped into you about absolutely nothing, and then felt bad about it, so I was mad at me, which made me bitter and more angry at you and the wedding, which made me stress about the rest of the things that we still have to do when we only have FOUR! MORE! DAYS! and I was mad at you for the printing shop that messed up our photos, and I was mad at you for a comment you made that I took out of context, and I was mad at you for reminding me of all the STUFF we still had to get done, and I was mad at you for offering to take care of all of it, and I was mad at you for putting up with me and. . . wow. You’re still dating me? You still want to marry me?

You are crazy.

I don’t deserve someone as good as you.

Thank you.

And I’m sorry.

So so so so so very sorry.

You deserve better.

I WILL be better for you. For us.

Love you forever and always,

- Aub