normal is not mY normal

It's okay to be different.

It's okay to like out of the norm things.

It's okay to be your own.

I think one of the greatest discoveries one can make is realizing their own opinions and joys, and through that realization, knowing that those opinions and joys are perfect, regardless of what every individual is forcing into their mind..

For the longest time I had this mindset that a wife was supposed to be a certain way. She had to decorate her house with nice things that were adult like. She had to cook every meal and do the laundry faithfully. She must iron the clothes, especially the husband's church shirts. She must dress like an adult and shop at Christopher & Banks, and she MUST have a 'normal' haircut with a 'normal' color. She must grow older and as she grows older, she must take on the form of every other older lady. 

While a lot of these things are great and a necessity of living, it took me a long time to figure out that it's okay to do them in my own way.

I don't like adult-like houses with perfect decorations. I like messy and creative and colorful.

I forget to cook and I constantly forget about the laundry until there are no clothes left.

Why would I iron when I have a dryer that works just great?

And 'normal' hair color? Yeah right.

I don't want my life and my future families life to form to the norm of society. 

I want my little ones to have ideas and opinions.

I want them to know they can express those creative opinions and make their own life into something wonderful, something that isn't what everyone says to be right, but something that is their own.

I hope that their little minds won't be stuck inside the lines.

I think that everyone's uniqueness is what makes this world so wonderful.

It took me a while to realize that my different opinions are what make me awesome. 

No, I won't be the socially accepted 'normal' wife that many people expect me to be, and I probably won't be the 'normal' mother either. But I will do things in my own way and make my own kind or normal which will be wonderful.

And in my opinion, that is perfectly okay.

thanKs, love

dear Better Half,

Thank you for taking care of me while my face looked like a blow fish on account of the dentist removing all my wisdom.

Thank you for taking time off of work so you could drive me home since I was too drugged to decipher the difference between my tongue and the gauze inside my mouth.

Thank you for picking up my medication and buying all the jell-o, pudding, and soup I could ask for.

  also,Thanks for remembering that I like vanilla pudding more than chocolate. That just would have been an unneeded attack of emotions. 

Thank you for changing my disgusting gauze every twenty minutes and even checking the clock to make sure it had actually been twenty minutes. 

Thank you for running to your parents house to get ice (more than once) and making sure I had some on my face at all times. 

Thanks for telling me I looked beautiful and NOT swollen, even though I was.

Thanks for preparing all of my meals for me and wiping the tomato soup off of my chin because I was too numb to feel its presence. I know you'll take care of me when I'm old and senile and can't remember how to feed myself.

Thank you for letting me sleep all day and waiting patiently by my side to make sure I was alright. I'm sorry I fell asleep in every single movie we watched and you had to practically watch alone. I know those weren't the funnest days for you, but thanks for staying by my side.

Thank you for calling me when you went back to work just to make sure I was taking my medicine and felt alright. Some days I wonder how I even survived this life without you. 

Thank you for never once complaining about all of the money we have been forced to spend on my ridiculous teeth lately and for calming me down when I start to freak out about it myself

And most importantly, thank you for giving me that Priesthood blessing last night. 

You said everything I needed to hear.. 

Thank you for being worthy of that, and for portraying every good quality of a man of God.

You are my everything Steven Jon Warby.

I'm so glad you picked me.

I love you.

love, your sweetheart

future hoMe consisting of sunny skies, blue ocean, & sandy trousers

WoooooooOOOw.

I have not been able to blog. Really, guys. SO much has been happening that I don't even know where to start. And honestly, the main reason I have this little blog is so Steven with a 'v' and myself can remember these splendid days. Having you people read (or skim.. (guilty)) is definitely a bonus. I love reading the sweet comments you leave. Even though I'm not that 16,532 follower blog, (or even 22..ha.haha) getting even one comment from you sweet folk just seems to brighten my day. Just thought I'd let you know. So.. thanks!

Back to remembering the splendid days part. 
For starters:
Back in May, we went to Hawaii. 
See?



Goal:  Live in Hawaii for at least one full year with my sweetheart.