Love

ODE

On my drive home from Greeley to Littleton last weekend, I received an email from Josh.

Subject:
ODE to my lady!

Message:

A short haired brunette, she was just my style.

I kept trying to catch her eye, and she gave me a smile.

I told her she should dance, then she took me as a partner.

If I had only known then that the dance was just a  starter.

Three years later I am still trying to catch her eye.

And am reminded everyday that I must be the luckiest guy.

Love ya Shiloh Baby!

This is my favorite thing ever! He's so sweet, and he can write! 

Cookies and Dresses

Liz came over for dinner last night, my first guest in our new house (other than my family, who has yet to see the finished product). Liz got to see the finished product, that which I have been working so hard on for the past two weeks in the hour or so a night that I am home before I go to bed.

I came from Lacrosse practice, and she came from the gym, but dinner was ready when we both arrived thanks to this thing called a crock-pot. And boy was dinner delicious, but that's not the point.

After dinner, Liz tried on her bridesmaid dress while I put cookies in the oven. I had never seen the bridesmaid dress tried on with the slip the girls are wearing underneath (because the dress is kind of short, and the slip adds some length), so Liz was kind enough to bring it so I could see the whole piece together.

I approve. It's cute!

While she had the dress on, I told her she should come upstairs with me so she could hold a bouquet to see what it looked it with the dress.

Then Liz suggested I hold my dress up to her dress to see how it looked together.

I did one better and put the dress on :)

I mean, come on, I couldn't help it. A reason to put my dress on? Sure, sign me up!

So there we stood, she in her bridesmaid dress, me in my wedding dress. We were admiring ourselves in the mirror when I smelled the cookies.

"Oh no, the cookies!!!" I went running downstairs with one orange shoe and one teal shoe (because we were deciding the best look) with Liz in toe.

I yelled to Liz, "I have to be careful. I CANNOT spill anything on my dress." Liz offered to take the cookies out of the oven.

There we stood in the kitchen, one soon-to-be-bride and one soon-to-be-bridesmaid, with a pan of burnt cookies.

All we needed to do was make a bucket of popcorn to eat while watching a movie in our dresses, and we'd be just like Rachel, Monica, and Phoebe on Friends.

Luckily, no one knocked on my door in that moment. THAT would be embarrassing.