It's not like I have a bunch of people who read this, but for those of you who do, I'm sorry... I suck at blogging. I'm really good at signing on and catching up on the blogs I follow, but I'm not so good at sitting down and writing a blog post.
What's been going on with me? Not a whole lot. Welder Guy and I celebrated our one year wedding anniversary at the beginning of the month. It was so nice to spend the day with him doing nothing. We've been on a few sand trips in the last couple of months, but our big one is just a few weeks away. Not even weeks really, but like, 8 days! OMG! I'm so not ready for it. We're going to be gone for 9 days or something, and I'm not packed or ready for this.
This Saturday, Welder Guy and I are hosting a BBQ at my parent's house for their 30th wedding anniversary. It'll be 30 years on the fourth of July that my mom has put up with my dad's strong will. We're having about 25 people to the house in their honor.
In April, for Welder Guy's birthday, we went to Yerington, Nevada. It was awesome. Over Memorial Day weekend, we went to Winnemucca. I'm pretty sure it's the busiest I've ever seen it, but after we rode over the big hill, there was nobody. It's like everyone there has no idea there is more sand dunes over the big hill. I'm not complaining though, because that means the sand isn't tore up.
On a deeper note, I've recently found myself overwhelmed with emotions and randomly crying when I hear a certain song or when it's quiet and my brain overloads. There have been a few songs that have touched me lately, and I find myself thinking of Welder Guy or our relationship and then I have tears running down my cheeks. I never pictured myself being married at 23, and settled down. When I was younger I figured IF I got married, and that was a big IF, it would be closer to 30, maybe a little bit after, and I would have a fantastic career and my own life and then I would have to mesh it with my husbands. Not that Welder Guy and I haven't meshed lives, but I feel like instead of meshing them, we've created this life together. I met Welder Guy when I was 18. Oh, young love! It amazes me that over 5 years later, I'm still completely head over heels in love with him. I find myself crying over the fact that he works an occasional 14-16 hour day... and why? To provide for me. To keep the roof over my head. And it's not that I'm the driving force, because I know that we could move in with either set of parents, and we would be okay, but he does all of this work just so that we can have our own life together, with no interference. He amazes me all the time, and I fall more in love with him everyday, if that's possible. He's amazing. End of story.
More posts when we get back from Oregon. Or maybe next week after the party. No promises though. :)
