Graduate.

Last Friday Robert and I graduated from BYU-Idaho with our Bachelors.

It was a very long last semester, and I am proud to say that Robert and I both did better than we could have hoped! The last four years have been more than an adventure, and honestly I didn't think I would actually ever see my graduation day. Yes, it's cliche- but it really feels like it was just a few days ago that I was in a teal cap and gown, heading off to my new big adventure- college. Yet, here I am a college graduate, happily married and ready to begin a new stage of life. 

Over the last four years I was blessed to have opportunities that many people aren't given. BYU-Idaho has given me more opportunities than any other school could have; the professors have greatly impacted and changed both mine and Roberts life. We will forever be grateful to professors who took a sincere interest in Robert and I and who were always cheering for us and pushing us to our potential. 

Three cheers to graduating and taking a new big step in life!

Wedding, Depar Two?

First, let me say that tonight has literally been the first night in two months (hence the lengthy gap between blog posts) I haven't wanted to weep from overwhelming school. This is my last semester of school and definitely proving to be the most difficult, by far. I am sure one day I will look back and think, you know what? Being a poor married college student, with both of us completely swamped with work, school, and grad school applications was kinda fun. As for right now, it's not something that I would pass up Disneyland for.

My good friend Ally is a floral design major and had her big bridal/wedding show this weekend. A few days ago we talked, and it turned out that she needed to find someone to be the bride for her room; she had a specific dress she had to have the bride wear and it turns out that I was one of a gajillion people who fit into the dress. It was kind of like Cinderella. with a dress, minus the mice, and the true love thing. Since I fit into the bridal gown, I naturally had to have a groom. And who better than my dashing real life groom?

So today Robert and I spent the afternoon being props for and awesome flower show. But really. Ally did an awesome job on her room- she is a VERY talented florist. Her theme was a classic/vintage black and white. The pictures don't really do it justice.

My awesome little sister (besides the fact that she is 8 in taller than me) did my hair. To the right is the final product. 

A table runner made out of flowers. How cool is that?!

Even though it was far less enjoyable than our wedding (considering the people were really on there to look at the decorations and flowers- not us), it brought back many memories from the last time I wore a wedding dress and stood next to my dashing groom. 

Weddings are awesome. Marriage is so much cooler.

karma

I don't have very many memories from my childhood, and every time I say that my mother looks like she is about to break down in tears (so we just don't bring it up). I have a few small memories, but I don't remember a lot. It's all just scattered pieces.

As a little background, my mom is what one would consider "healthy" . The first time I watched "My Big Fat Greek Wedding", I felt a connection with the little Toula who sat down, looked at the other girls Wonder bread (RIP) sandwiches, and felt a light pang of envy as they curiously looked down at her "moose ka-ka" (or whatever non sandwich item was in my lunch). Yes, Toula- I get you. I wished I had "normal" food, too.

One of the very few vivid memories I have as a child was when I went grocery shopping with my dear mother. We were walking around the grocery store, and I was vocally silently  wishing my mother would put food like Top Ramen and crackers in our basket instead of a third bunch of kale. When we finally got to the counter, the nice clerk looked at our cart full of little produce bags and said "oh heavens! I don't think I have ever seen someone buy all of this before. Do you actually eat all of these vegetables? What on earth do you eat?!" I looked at her, sighed, and said "I don't even know".

Last night I left Robert at home to tend to his studies, applications, and more med school essays (the poor guy is overwhelmed) while I headed off to the big metropolis of Idaho Falls to do some shopping. It was just me and the Superbowler-s. They were raiding the chicken wings, beer, and cheese, and I was raiding the produce. When I got to the counter the lady behind me mumbled to her husband "I don't think I have ever seen someone buy almost only produce before. What do you think they eat!?" I looked down at my cart and pitied my unborn children.

Karma.