some things

numero uno

i was trying to tell a story to a group of 7 year old kids we teach at church about when my mom was pregnant with my little sister and how badly i wanted her to be named Michelle because of Michelle on Full House.

for some reason that had to do with our lesson and it's a dang good story about how cute and obsessed with family related tv shows i was when i was a child...and now.

so i tell my story and then proceed to try to spark these kids' memories of Full House because every one of them is looking at me with a blank stare and i apparently cannot accept the fact that they've never seen this show before.

i mean, am i really that old?? so old that kids don't even know about tv shows i watched my whole freaking life??

so you can imagine me sitting there saying things like "uncle jesse! you have to know who uncle jesse is! what about joey! and DJ! and stephanie!"

nothing.

kids today are ridiculous!

numero dos 

matt and i are too awesome for words.

while other people are waiting in ginormous crowds for a seat at some big fancy restaurant on valentine's day we're getting panda express to go and spending the evening snuggling on the couch watching benjamin button.

oh and getting some sub zero ice cream because matt is literally obsessed with it right now!

again...awesome are we.

numero tres

since we're gonna be staying in this house for a while longer we decided to actually try to make our second bedroom an office again.

this means we rearranged some stuff and tried really really hard to get it neat and organized so i'm not working in a mess that causes me to feel stressed and anxious all the time.

i don't think we succeeded.

numero quatro

this is the fortune that was in my fortune cookie last night.

now i'm a little freaked that fortune cookies are totally legit because i definitely needed to hear that.

and it only seems right to stick it on my fridge using my buddha magnets.

valentine

i am the luckiest girl in the world to have you in my life.

you know how to make me smile on my grumpiest days.

and how to bring me back down to earth when i get carried away.

you understand me better than anyone.

i don't even have to speak, you already know what i'm thinking.

you're the reason i get up in the morning.

and the one i always want to snuggle with at night.

you love me even though i'm terribly flawed.

you love me through my sad, my overly excited, and my crazy days.

you tell me i'm beautiful all the time, and then a thousand times more to make sure i hear you. 

and even more than that, you make me feel beautiful.

you're hilarious and the sweetest guy i know. 

and so ridiculously sexy, especially with your scruffy beardsy.

i love you for pushing me to be a stronger person. 

and also for standing with me when i'm feeling weak.

i love your super creative mind and how much it inspires me.

i love your positive attitude and how you remind me that any situation can be turned into a good one.

i love the way your hand fits perfectly in mine.

i love the way you get upset when i tickle you.

i love that you call me every night on your way home from work.

i love how you always want to spend time with me, no matter what we do.

i love that we have matching square smiles.
i love that you think you love me more.

i love that we have the same dreams for our future that aren't a fantasy but a plan.

i love the perfect kisses you give me.

you are my everything.

my perfect match.

my puzzle piece.