I think about my cousin who's about to tie the knot and what advice I'd give her. I came up with this: marriage is work. Hard work. I didn't expect all the times I had to consciously decide to be nice or forgive or not walk out the door (only a few of those so far...) But through the work and tears emerged this beautiful thing. It even still has its ugly moments but now I know they are there to contrast all the good we share. They keep it real and don't last as long as they used to.
I smile as I think about our date yesterday. Kolt apologized about the fact that it didn't go as he planned but I loved it. He took me to a gallery in SLC and it was so much fun walking around and talking about the art and what we'd bring home if we had a spare 20K in our wallet. And then we had some time and a hungry prego lady so we found the Tulie Bakery and shared a tart and some of their morning buns. And then we walked around Trolly Square until I was about passing out from exhaustion (no nap that day for me) so we ended up at a movie and then headed home. It was perfect and simple. and I loved it.













