Engagements

So we've almost been married for six months. And a lot has happened in those six months, but a lot happened before that too. So for the sake of our family year books I'm going to back track a little. We truly had the wedding of the year and I intend to do it justice.

The morning of engagements I was trying to figure out what we should wear. Perusing Scott's closet I made the executive decision we both probably needed a few things for these pictures. Scott had class all day so I texted him asking for his sizes, and being sweet as he is. He put up with me and ran to the bathroom for sizes.

Mom and I (can we just talk about how fun it was to have my mom there? because really) ran over to the J.Crew, Banana Republic and Ann Taylor outlets. I bought Scott two pairs of pants, two button down shirts, and a navy blazer that I prayed would fit because I just couldn't live without.

He came over to the house about an hour before we were going to start taking pictures, and EVERYTHING fit him perfectly. and he LOVED all of the things that I picked, and he really loved how things fit, and he really loved me shopping/dressing for him. Which is pretty much the best green light ever. I'm glad he lets me dress him.

Lauren Noorda (my dear, dear friend) took our pictures. I love her because she gets excited, and she compliments easily. She is really good at making you feel comfortable in front of the camera, and capturing your relationship exactly how it is. We got gorgeous shots, and we got shots that you can look at, and know exactly who we are and how much love there is between us. More than I could ever ask for from a photographer.

We started at my house because I wanted to take some pictures of us dancing in the kitchen. On my online dating profile I had included that I wanted someone who would dance with me in the kitchen, and in Scott's first message to me he said that he would gladly dance with me in the kitchen. It set him apart and I knew there was something different about this incredibly attractive man.

I really really like kissing him. (am I allowed to say that?) 

Can you see why I needed that Blue Blazer? 

One of my all time favorites

and this was when I told Scott I saw this on Pinterest and it was super cute. It turned out to be completely silly, but it's one of my favorite pictures of us of all time. 

mhmm, man I love this man. 

Because I married my biggest adventure.

This blog is getting a makeover soon, but I need to write before too much more time passes.  If I'm being completely honest I don't handle change very well. (haha) I've just always had a hard time with it. This year has been full of scary, exciting, blissful change.

Before February 13th, I was/had/using etc:

• Single
• My last name was McGuire
• Living in Utah
• Working 60+ hours a week
• Buying thermal underwear
• Living in my Red Brick House
• Sewing Teepees
• Retail Therapy-ing my lonely
• Knew how to get to the Fabric Store
• Knew my neighbors
• Blogging regularly
• Not sleeping
• Driving my SHBAKES Xterra with my Arizonee plates
• fairly established.

And then I met the man of my dreams. 

I love Fall, and Winter, and frankly I loathe being hot. Besides, my hair looks like Mufasa when you add some humidity. I mean Woof. 

We got married, went out of the country, and moved cross country within 10days. And I swore up and down I would never live in Utah and then I fell in love with it. And then I said goodbye to it. and I was SAD. I'm not supposed to be SAD leaving Utah. But turns out, Utah has a really special place in my heart. I love my people there. 

and with everything changing I felt like I was saying "Goodbye" to my identity. (And I'm not)

Things are just different. 

And sometimes I turn the A/C up full blast, turn on 5 fans, and wear my fur vest and still be sweating. And this onetime I cried after I picked out the Fall scents for our home and lit the first candle. Secretly praying that the leaves change color soon. 

I've been traveling for work. Back to the mountains of Utah and Colorado. Watching the leaves change, but this doesn't feel like home anymore. Sitting here staring at all this change on paper, it makes things real, but I would do it again in a heartbeat. 

because I am so madly in love with my husband. 

He's nice to me when I cry over silly things like candles, or freakout over cockroaches. And he tells me I'm beautiful even when I look like Mufasa. 

Being in Utah this week, I've realized this is not my "normal," it will never be my "normal" again. My new "normal" loves being Jessica Nan Daly, and holding Scott's hand at church, and making dinner when my husband comes home from work, and folding his socks. 

And a blazillion things have changed, but I'm still Jess. I don't know why I ever thought she went missing. She's been there all along. 

and today I am especially grateful that during all of this change I have felt peace that we're supposed to be in Texas even if it never snows there. And I'm really looking forward to going home tomorrow and getting picked up from the airport by my husband. He fixes everything. 

Plus he's ridiculously good looking.