And then the cold sinks past my skin and into my bones and stays there. Until at least March. And my nose? I've decided it will never be warm again.
Drew and his band played in the battle of the bands in Provo on Friday night. Here we are, me being pale and frantic as always. Drew being neither of those ever.
And here is me and Kayloni. Again, just pale and awkward over here. Good thing I know pretty people.
We were Southside Sal and Natalie Nemetz, secret star-crossed lovers of the Chicago underground. Given.
Lastly, we had the opportunity to do a photo shoot with the wonderfully talented Erin from Woodcat photography! I definitely recommend her, she is a genius with a camera - such a creative eye.
Happy six months to my darling husband. Who never loses patience with me, even when most anyone else would.
Who rubs lotion on my gross feet and removes the polish off of my nails for me. Who takes out the garbage and battles with mice and checks the shower for any murderers before he leaves, just to humor me.
Who tickles my face and keeps me warm. Who is always happy to listen to my ramblings, and who understands me like no other human has.
Thanks for sticking with me, sweetie. You've made me happy and proud to be who I am, because you like who that is. And I am ever so proud to be your lady.
I love you.