The Little Moments

I've been really happy. I love being married. Yeah, there are those random moments where I feel down but for the majority of the time, I'm happy. I'm taking in the little things, the little moments and want to remember them.

I love Sundays. I love spending the whole day with Sammy. I love being renewed for the next week and feeling Sammy's arm around me while we grow. I love the brunches Sammy makes afterwards. They're so amazing and it's nice to have a break from cooking.

I love having bad dreams then waking up and realizing that Sammy's right there. We'e married, and we're together.

I love laying in bed and talking every night.

I love curling up and watching the news in the mornings.

I love that moment when Sammy finally comes home and I get to hug him again.

I love all the compliments Sammy gives me, especially on my cooking.

I love that we get to do what we want to do when we want to. On the fourth of July we went on an adventure to find some goats. We were unsuccessful, but it was so fun being silly and looking for them.

I love just talking with my family and his. Every conversation seems more special and important.

I love life and I'm so grateful to be where I am, with all the blessings I have. :)

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