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The Real World

Leaving Estes stank. I didn't want to go back home to the real world. We were so relaxed up in the mountains in that little cottage. Sammy didn't crack his bones like crazy once he was so relaxed, and the huge knot in my shoulder that I have dubbed Frank didn't make one appearance. It was perfection up there :)
Sammy waiting for me so we can go home. 

As soon as we were in the car though and hit construction, the cracking started, Frank appeared. We were still in the mountains but our bodies knew it was over. Time to get back in the real world. The drive back was a bit stressful because of construction. We had to wait a good ten to twenty minutes for a truck to appear with a sign that said follow me, and then we'd follow him about a mile down the road and have to start the wait all over again. The roads were small and dirt and destruction from the floods was on all sides.

We reached home and unpacked our things which is when Sammy and I got into our first fight. It was over mayo. We didn't have a cooler so the mayo had just been sitting with the other food the ride home. I said to throw it away because you never mess with Mayo. He said it was fine, still cold and we shouldn't waste it. 
I'm pleased to announce I've had three sandwiches with that mayo since, and am still alive. Sammy was right.

All day the day we got back every little thing was driving me nuts. And they were little, tiny things. I didn't want to do this, I didn't like how this was done, why didn't this happen when I wanted, why wasn't my mind read? It was all very silly but everything was driving me nuts and I was feeling discouraged. We'd been married not even a week and the world was driving me cooky. How were things supposed to work out if this was happening? 

That night we read the first chapter of a book that was gifted to us for the wedding. It was about Adam and Eve's love story and how you can't have happy times without some rough times. We'd just had the HAPPIEST days that week and had come back. Now, it was a little tough. But we would be happy again. 

In reality, it wasn't that tough. It was mayo. It was not knowing where to put things. And I'm pretty sure I was just overwhelmed with so many changes in one moment but Sammy was there. He listened. He reassured me. We read the first chapter of a book that was gifted to us for the wedding. It was about Adam and Eve's love story and how you can't have happy times without some rough times. We'd just had the HAPPIEST days that week and had come back. Now, it was a little tough. But we would be happy again. Sammy's soothing voice reading those words and the Spirit made everything alright. It was such a relief and we went to bed very much happy, and very much in love :) 

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