Four Years Ago.

I'm sure you already know by now, but our first kiss, your father and I, was quite memorable. I'm sure the dating scene has evolved, or maybe it's regressed and no one even talks face to face anymore... either way, I probably don't let you date. The point is! Back in our day, there was this thing called a "DTR" (define the relationship). This meant you had to have a seriously awkward conversation. I hate confrontation... so young Katelin and Trace decided that after we had kissed, we had defined our relationship. 

Anyway... that was four years ago! Two of those years we weren't even together, but we were closer than ever. 

Guess what happened [almost] four weeks ago... We got married! Huzzah! It was the most perfect day of my whole life. 

After that perfect day, we went to New York! We had more perfect times. And some not so perfect times. AKA they lost my bag... but we got it later! don't worry! I'll post more on that in a while... 

Here's the gist, kids. The last four weeks have been the most fun, most crazy, most memorable, biggest learning experiences... of my life so far! I can't wait to tell you all about our crazy newlywed life. When we budgeted every penny, when I worked so hard to master recipes and be a good housewife. When we got into silly fights about baby blankets in our bed, and when we fell madly in love all over again because we got to stay up late talking about nothing every single night. 

I've already gotten sick and your daddy was a champ taking care of me. Making trips to the store for NyQuil, kneeling next to me to pray when that NyQuil had already kicked in and I was too doped up to kneel, etc. etc. etc. 

We pray every night and I know it makes a difference in our marriage. I hope we have taught you the same. Telling your Heavenly Father about your day should be one of your favorite things to do! He loves you, and so do we! 

As Is

Dear Kids,

This is my first letter to you, and the moral of the story is, your father is crazy. But, I love him oh so much.

Kids, you know how every time you try to ride on the shopping cart, I abruptly tell you to get right off? Well that's because one time, when mommy and daddy were out shopping, daddy thought it would be a good idea to ride the shopping cart.

We had just left Bed, Bath, and Beyond; we were using all of the gift cards from our wedding! Then we were headed to Target to do the same, we even got a gift card for Olive Garden, we were so excited to eat there!

BUT, there went your father, riding ahead, full speed on the shopping cart, feet up and everything. Then, all in one motion, the center of gravity shifted and down went that tall, handsome, insane man I married.

Daddy tried to stay calm, but he doesn't do very well with pain... we made it to Target, but not far in the parking lot. I was ordered to stop the car, get out, recline his seat, then go to the hospital. Instead, I called Nurse Kristi. Your Grandma Rodgerson is one cool cookie in situations like this!

We stayed in the parked car and took deep breaths for a long time then finally drove to Grandma's house.

She helped us clean out Daddy's hand. And now Daddy's in bed watching LOST.

He was so silly when he was in so much pain. When we were driving, he said the funniest things when we were driving home!

"Why can't I be like fetching Wolverine?! Then I could fetching heal myself!"

Silence... "Wow... that car's from Maine. That's far" More Silence....

I love him.

Side Story...
Yesterday when I was upset because your father likes to be wrapped up in blankets and not under the covers with me in bed, Grandma Rodgerson told me it was just like when you buy a skirt with a broken zipper. The tag says you get it "As Is" and you like it a lot in the store with the broken zipper. Then you take it home, and you always have the skirt with the broken zipper! Well, it's a bit extreme. But when you get married, you get your spouse AS IS!! I love my broken zipper. He makes me laugh. All the time.

Something New.

The other day I took this video of Trace because I was bored...

I got a crazy idea. 

A new point of view for our blog. Each entry will be addressed to our future children. This is gonna be awesome.