husband. you're a keeper.

don't mind me. i just gotta take a moment to brag about my Husband. he's pretty durn awesome. 

i've been feeling a little under the weather the last bit {sorry for the lack of zeal to keep the blog updated. it's fallen into my 'not as important as getting dressed today' category}. anyways, this handsome fella of mine totally stepped up to the plate of faithful husband duty.

here's the litmus of the things he's spoiled me with this past week.

ONE. lunch prep.

TWO. dinner prep. {who cares if it was take out.}

THREE. love notes to make my heart pitter patter.

FOUR. dish duty.

FIVE. bed making duty.

SIX. packed my work bag.

SEVEN. dressed me {it was a bad morning, ok}.

EIGHT. wake up in the middle of the night to make me cheese and crackers.

NINE. wake up early to make me breakfast.

TEN. make me laugh. every day. 

ELEVEN. pray over me. 

goodness me. i married a keeper, ladies. i love this man.
and he's so handsome to boot.

sometimes i need a little nothingness.

Photo Cred: the lovely Mikaela at Mikaela Ruth Photography

i'm feeling writer's block today. actually i've been feeling writer's block the last week or two. my mind has been occupied with...well...oh stuff. some important. some not. but it's been pulling me away from any motivation to write. 
but here i sit. 
feeling the need to communicate. communicate something. communicate anything really. 
but nothing. and you know what. 

nothing is ok. 

for today at least.

i need a nothing day. 

so that's what i have to offer. 

nothing.

today, i'm gonna enjoy nothingness which is exactly what my mind, body, and spirit is yearning for.
nothingness, filled with a whole lot of me time. a couch. maybe a movie. maybe a quite hour at a coffee shop. some shopping. thrifting. maybe more coffee. a nap. and then a quite dinner with my favorite person ever, the Husband {which of course I will not make because it's a nothing day. um. who am i kidding. i rarely make dinners even on something days}.

happy nothing friday to you my friends. i hope you get to enjoy a day of nothing soon enough too.

xox 

planes. you're just one bundle of awkward.

why is it that things which excited me when i was young have lost their appeal upon aging? take flying for instance. i used to love it. loved the packing. loved the airports. loved the coziness of airplanes. loved airplane food {crazy. right?}. loved take off. loved landing. loved it all.

now?

no thanks. no thanks to all of it.
the airport now just makes me sick. packing is tiresome and stressful. coziness of airplanes are now one bundle of awkwardness. airplane food? need i really comment? take offs are terrifying. and landing is just as terrifying. i'm over the whole thing.

Evidence of awkward flying:
ONE. No sir. I really don't want to talk to you the whole way to detroit. i'd prefer to read. you don't seem to care though.
TWO. the smells of a collective body of persons. body odors. gas. breath. just ew.
THREE. who's armrest is this anyways? yours? mine? we clearly can't share. and i'm not too sure i like always bumping elbows.
FOUR. sorry. yes. that is my bum in your face.
FIVE. don't mind me leaning over your shoulder. the teeny tiny window demands it.
SIX. bathroom breaks. the departure. the waiting in line. the way too small space. it's all ripe for awkward.
SEVEN. sleeping. the unknown of where my head will end up in the close proximity of strangers.
EIGHT. oh hi stranger. i know i'm practically in your lap but the woman's massive hair in front of me is blocking the view of the tiniest tv ever.
NINE. my bag would like to say hi to you. to your knee. to your face. to your shoulder. to your foot.
TEN. bending over in your seat to get anything out of your bag. really? seriously? where do you put your head. between your own legs {ouch}. or on the knee of your neighbours. neither a good option.

point proven. flying is one big awkward bundle. but then again. who'da thunk 100 years back we'd be capable of flying in jet powered hunks of steel with our own tvs. it's all in perspective i guess.

Flo-rida...here I come.

this white little canadian girl is florida bound. off to find sun. pools. shorts. flip flops. and some amazing gospel minded speakers. so super duper very excited!

Currently.

alright, friends. i thought it was time for another currently post. so lucky you, that's what you get.


obsessing over: my new journal. it's mint. it's pretty. it has soft pages and many open spaces to write. sometimes i just stare at my journal without writing in it. it's that purdy.

working on: living a life of just BEING. not worrying about the perfect little details. being content with a messy house. being happy and joyful in a season of "what ifs". being ok with not always having what i want when i want...hard stuff.

thinking about: the Husband. missing him. missing his hugs. missing his kisses. missing his words. missing his company. missing all of HIM. 5 more sleeps till my rests can once again rest on his handsome face.

anticipating: 1 sleep until 4 whole days in sunny florida. these white legs need some sun. badly. really, my whole being needs some sun.

listening to: the sing team. worship music revamped. lovin it.

eating: triscuits. um. pretty sure i could polish off a box of triscuits a day. the texture. the saltiness. the crunch. it's all.so.good.

praying for: the husband. our future. wisdom. grace. hunger & thirst for His Word. the knowledge of His love to move in our hearts & life.

wishing: tomorrow morning was right now. i'm ready for florida now. ready for shorts. sunnies. water. pool. sun. warmness on my body. wishing for it all to be right now.

and to finish it off. here's life via instagram as of currently.

happy hump day.

xoxo

there are days.

there are days when i want to exercise...but i don't, i watch a movie instead, these happen a lot.

there are days when i'm emotional, when all i need to do is cry...so i do, and calm follows.

there are days i feel inspired to be creative, and i create...but some days i don't, and i copy.

there are days i want to cook a healthy meal...but then an easy cheesy casserole wins out.

there are days when i want to cook...but i don't cause i remember it stresses me out.

there are days i want to go shopping...then i remember i have no money.

there are days i think reading would be nice...but instead i waist hours watching TV.

there are days i'm silly...so i am, and we laugh.

there are days i feel serious...so i am, and i get a lot done.

there are days when life's hard...but then come the days when I feel Him pulling me through.

there are days i like bikinis...and many more when i know they bring on self-consciousness.

there are days i need time alone...so i take 'em, and feel better.

there are days when i think i need time alone...so i take 'em, and i feel extra lonely.

there are days i forget to pray...those days are not my favorite.

there are days when i'm patient...there are probably more when i'm not.

there are days i'm so excited to be mommy...but then there are some when it terrifies me.

there are days when all i need is time with my husband...so we go on dates, and all is right in the world.

*This post was inspired by the lovely TJ over at His Little Lady. Thanks pretty lady ;)

Life amidst busy.

well that week sure did fly by. a week from the last and the weather has done a flip flip. the sun is shinng and my shades are on. all of this equals a much happier lady.

and, sorry for being mia {with no notice at that}. but after this past week i needed it. i needed a blog vacation. best friend from australia was in and we needed a day of some solid catch up time. plus there was her baby shower {ah. still can't believe she's gonna be a mama so super soon. and she'll be one cute mama at that}. then there was my dear adriana's bridal shower which me and the ladies threw. it was quite the celebration. but, needless to say, the busy week begged me to GIVE UP on GOOD of being the perfect housewife and really, truly, just BE in this week {see previous post here about this give up on good stuff}. 

cause i mean really, who cares if i forgot to make the bed a few days. and did anyone actually ever find out that the kitchen had a pile of dirty dishes in it for a few days {shhh. our secret}. and honestly, who's keeping score on how many days i wore that shirt this past week because i didn't have that extra 10 minutes in the morning to choose another. 

no one. no one cared.

not me this week, at least.

and i bet you've done it too, haven't you? let the bed rest all day in its messy state. allowed the dishes to stack. or wore the same outfit for the mere laziness that it is.

oh LIFE sometimes.

anyways, i'm back. and today i thought i'd treat ya with my first ever 'What I Wore Monday' post.

wishing you a happy sunny monday. 

i'm gonna grab a blanket and a book and lay out in the sun.  

simply delightful.

Monday + Rain = Are you kidding me?!

The wedding was perfect. Full of family and close friends. It was so THEM. So perfectly a representation of their love for each other and their support system. Wasn't she one B-E-A-U-tiful bride?

And today? Well, it's a Monday blues kind of day. Rain in June? Not a fan. Please leave and send in your ever more loved friend, Sun. Thanks for listening. Much appreciated. Anyways. Wanna hear something exciting? It's my Monday evening plans. Ready for it? It's super exciting...NOTHING. Absolutely nutta. A night in after a B.US.Y. weekend with NO plans. Well except for a visitor. She's called the Bachelorette. I promised myself I wouldn't do it again {see my previous disappointment here}. Well, I broke that promise. The guilt has yet to set in.
Happy Monday friends!

xox

It's a celebrating kind of day.

Today I'm celebrating this pretty lady's wedding. I've known this girl since grade 8 when we thought we were super cool with our overal jeans {they were cool. they were from Bootleggar. nuff said}. There are few girls I can speak so openly and honest with. This girl is one of those rare finds. You can't trade those long standing friendships for anything in this world.

Nikki Stix, I love ya girl.
Brad, you're one lucky guy.

So happy for you two and looking forward to celebrating your covenant of love today.
Let the celebrating begin!

xox

He makes my heart sing.

I think my Husband's the best. He can make my heart sing like no other. {Honest moment: it's not always loving perfection in our house. Nope. Not always lovey dovey moments in this marriage}. 

But, that still doesn't stop me from writing and relishing the times when the efforts of our love abound.

So, in light of that. Here's a few things that make my heart happy he chose me today:

One. Today he wrote me a love letter. A poem. Of how much he cherishes me.

Two. Yesterday, when I told him I felt a little disconnected from him, he asked if he could take me out for breakfast. So we could connect. Talk. Listen. So we did. And it was good. He's my favorite breakfast partner.

Three. He knows I like gifts. He bought me a vintage "Little Women" book. 

Four. He prays for me. 

Five. He loves me through my faults. Yep. He does. Talks me through all my anxious and stress filled thoughts.

Thanks for loving me!

Oh yah, and he's handsome to boot!

p.s. still going strong with #shereadstruth. I'm LOVING the community. Have you joined yet?

Me + Bees = not the bestest of friends.

Last night I totally pulled a spoiled little girl routine. Let me set the scene for you.

me. sitting on the couch. spending my evening on the phone with the ever so helpful mastercard man. he's being very gracious with me as I ask about every transaction I've spent in the last month {we're becoming good friends real quick as his ever growing knowledge of my spending habits is making me feel very connected to him}.

Here's how it went down:

Ever so helpful MC man: "May 7th $74.56 Cactus Club. May 8th $4.50 Starbucks. May 9th ..." {ok. does it really matter. I spent money}.
Me: "Yep. that sounds 'bout right. All me. Hey what about that...Wah! There's a bee in my house."
Ever so helpful MC man: "I'm sorry. What purchase are you referring to?"
Me: "No. There's a bee in my house. It's flying around. It's coming towar...ah. I have to go."
Ever so helpful MC man: "Alright. I'm not too sure I can help you with that."
Me: "I didn't think so. I have to go...ahh. It's coming towards meeeee..."

Next scene.
Me dashing up the stairs huffing and puffing while ever so helpful MC man remains confused.

Me: "I have to go. There's like a real bee {as opposed to a fake one? hindsight clarity now setting in} flying around my house and it's attacking me."
Ever so helpful MC man: "Alright. Is that everything thing? Have I been able to help yo..."
Me: "Yes. Tha. Bye. I'll call ba...." Click.

Conversation ends with not much dignity left. Fair enough though. I mean, I was being attacked after all. Ok. Not really. But the mere presence of a bee makes me feel like I'm on the brink of an impending attack.

My next phone call shows my embarrassing little girl antics.

Me: "Mom. Is Dad there? It's an emergency {again. hind sight clarity}."
Super Mom: "Oh dear. What is it? Dad's sleeping."
Me: "Mom. I need you. There's a bee. Like a real bee in my house and I'm sitting on my stairs shaking. Adam's at work and I can't move."
Super Mom: "I'll be there in 2 minutes."

Super Mom to the rescue. She walks in and kills my attacker in two minutes. Have I told you yet that she's the bestest. Here's Super Mom and her handsome love.

Sharalee Prang Photography

Lesson learnt today? I'm not entirely sure I should have an adult status. I also learnt that I'm not sure I know how human I am in comparison to an insect. Human capabilities epic fail.

xoxo

She Reads Truth.

If there's one thing I seek more than anything it's to be more disciplined in my faith. But if you knew me. Like really knew me, you'd know that there's one thing I fail at more than anything else.

And that's being disciplined in faith forming habits.

I ache for accountability. Marriage has been a blessing in this regard. But it's still not perfect. I guess accountability isn't always perfect either. It can cause division. pain. hurt and just simply a perpetuating in a community of sin where no one feels they can challenge one another. But despite the difficulty of nurturing accountability - we still need it. and i still seek it out {Hebrews 5:23-25}.

And so with the encouragement of my husband I decided to join in with some amazing women spanning across the blogosphere in hopes that our collected desire to be in His Word daily would be an avenue of encouragement. accountability. and sharing what we learn in His Word. It's an online community {how social media savvy am I, right?}.

Anyways, I'm starting a few days behind (day 5 of 31) but instead of letting that discourage me I decided to jump in regardless.

And I'm inviting you! You're welcome.

We're reading the Soul Detox bible reading plan on the You Version Bible reading app. You can get it on your iphone, ipod, or just online. It's pretty simple. Then, after reading each day we're tweeting, instagramming, and sharing our insights with the hashtag #SheReadsTruth {confession: i didn't know what a hashtag was until a few months ago. i guess i'm not so social media savvy afterall}. Anyways, it's just that easy! Read Kacia's post on how it all began.

Let the accountability begin.

xox

I'm giving up on good.

I'm linking up with Hayley over at Tiny twig and Jessi at naptime diaries. Their life giving posts resonated with me this week and I just had to join in this blog series with them. 

Hailey writes, "Instead of perpetuating the lie that you have to do it all well, all early, all efficient - what if we spoke life to one another and imparted grace to one another by waving our white flags and admitting the good things we've walked away from to pursue the better things. The things that are right for us? What if we had a little weekly linkup and you could share one or two things each week that you've given up on. Because you know you can serve your family, the Lord, or just keep a sense of peace by focusing your time, energy, talent, resources where He wants it to be."

I couldn't agree more, friend.
So that's what I'm doing. I'm giving up on good for less fuss. So I may find an opportunity to do more for Him with more resources. So that I can create an opportunity of freedom for me.

But where to begin? Where to start? Well, the first place I checked in with was the husband. I think he has a better perspective on me than I do myself sometimes. I thought he'd be a good candidate to tell me what aspect of giving up on good I could focus on for this first post.

So I ask. 
He says, "pinterest."

I say, "come again?" 
He repeats, "pinterest. you spend a good amount of time on it each night. perhaps you could do something more productive with your time."
I say {a little annoyed}, "yah, i think you're missing the point here ever so gracious Husband. and really, i mean you know that's not gonna happen."
He tries again, "making the bed each morning."
I say, "alright, now you're really missing the point."

but you know what. I'm not too sure he was. I mean, sure, I'm still gonna go on Pinterest. And really, the bed will be made each morning {ok expect for this past weekend. see previous post here for that dirty laundry airing}. But this was one of those times that I effectively read between the lines. 

And I heard him.

I heard truth.

the truth which is the fact that I have, perhaps, an unhealthy over the top expectation of myself. An expectations that I have to have everything pulled together all.of.the.time. wardrobe. hair. house. bed. car. office. kitchen. perfect instagram photos. the list goes on. Every morning the house gets cleaned before we leave for work. Every night the house gets tidied before we go to bed.

Really, truly. It can be exhausting trying to maintain this pulled together front. 

And for who?

For a facade, an identity of how I want people to see me.

Perhaps.

I don't want this to be the case, though.

here's evidence of a series of failed instagram photos that never got posted because the Husband refused to pose for a perfect shot. 

Now don't misunderstand me. This is not to say I'll stop making the bed each morning. Or caring to pull together a new outfit fit for each day. Or decorating the house every so pretty. I enjoy these things. They can be life-giving {can being the emphasis here}. But the goal of it has changed.

Because I lose the life giving aspect of it when I do it for the praise and acclamation of it. I loose the joy of it when I have to say no to friends coming over cause the house isn't pinterest worthy. I loose the joy in it when I upset the Husband each time we're late because I have to put the kitchen in order before we leave.

I can't do it all. That's my confession.

So, I'm giving up on good so I can free myself from holding onto an expectation I just can't keep up with. I'm giving up on good so that my identity won't be muddled in the expectation of perfection but rather an identity in Christ. Imperfect but held together in Him.

Well, ok, and if not for that, then why not start accepting the eventual reality that things won't always be pulled together once this family grows.

And you know what, friends? I think I'm not alone in this. Perhaps you can't do it all either. If you're anything like me then I invite you to join me in this post series. Talk about it. Blog about it. 

I'm looking forward to hearing what you come up with and knowing that I'm not alone in this.

xoxo

my dirty little secret...exposed.

Yesterday I did something I NEVER do. The Husband can defs vouch for this.
I left the house {drum roll please}...
...without...
...making the bed. That's right. Pillows tossed. Blanket in a bunch. Sheets in a tangle.
Oh the madness of it all.

pancakes + syrup + handsome husband = a goooood morning.

I've been in a funk mood as of late. Why? Well I don't really know. Let's blame it on the hormones. They can never argue back. It's a no brainer for them to get the blame for mood swings. So we blame lots on them {we being woman. you know it's true. and justified really.}

Well unfortunately for you, my ever faithful readers, this funk mood reflected itself in this here blog.

But things are a-changing around here. Why?
Here are a four good fatty reasons why things are on the up and up.

ONE. Yesterday I wore peach pants. peach pants friends. more than enough reason to make me happy.
TWO. This morning the Husband took me out to breakfast {bless his heart}. I ordered a healthy meal {ok. sort of. the eggs were healthy. the hollandaise sauce not so much}. I ordered this so that I wouldn't feel so bad eating his syrup drenched pancakes. oh S.O. G.O.O.D. I love you Husband.
THREE. Yesterday that fine handsom man of mine let me go shopping. And he uttered a few ever so sweet words that made my heart sing as I was heading out the door. "Hey, buy me some clothes too won't you?" Say what? It doesn't just have to be window shopping? like woah. major woah! Let's just say the good ol' credit card got dusted off yesterday. Thanks for tickling my heart strings Husband {even though i'm quite aware of it pettiness and foolishness}.
FOUR. Your's Truly got a bang trim this morning. That's right, bangs. Our week long fight ended with a victory. My victory...see you again in a month...
FIVE. Tonight is D.A.T.E. night and I'm craving a night of NO Cooking and fatty sugary craving satisfying desserts {insert mouth watering}.

So there you have it. Five mood changing blessings.

xoxo

A weekend according to instagram.

Another week gone. Another weekend upon us. 

This one brought with it a much lighter heart...

...and bare legs. 

That's right. The sun has decided to warm this little corner of Canada. 

Bless you sun.

bare legs.

don't mind the glaring whiteness of them.

mint mani. 

park dates...

          ...loads of park days...                            (more pics to follow)                                                                       oh. hey. why don't you follow me? Just click 'join this site' to your left. Then you'll be able to find out when I update my posts.

Thank you Lord for your grace that was and is new each morning.

xox

an unexpected turn of events.

this past weekend was an emotional roller coaster. one i wasn't ready to hop on. or perhaps, hop off. it all happened so suddenly. i'm not sure i know how to process it. i have found such comfort reading the stories of some of my favorite bloggers going through like seasons. they were so genuine. so honest. so authentic. it helps to know i'm not alone. when I'm ready i'll share it here, with you. i want to be as genuine about this as they have been. perhaps my story can make someone else feel like they're not alone.
but until then, my heart is healing. 

it's been a tough few days.
but i know that my God is with me.
and i know His desire is that i would bring glory to His name.
my prayer is that this momentary heavy heart would do just that.

prior to this weekend happening, i had planned to post about "the 10 things that tickle my heart" when i realized that the top three things on that list were my support and comfort on this heavy heart weekend. so instead, here's this weekend via iphone.

If only a bicycle could speak.

This bicycle has a history. On one of the first dates Adam and I had together he rolled into the park on this fancy vintage bicycle. His bike. He loved this bicycle.

I took one look at it and said. "That's my dad's bicycle."

He said, "No. It's mine."

I said "Yah now. But it was my Dad's 20 years ago. This bicycle has my growing up years written all over it {even the scratches on the handle bars from when my sister wiped out." You see I grew up on this bicycle. We pulled wagons behind it. We put our dolls in the back rack as to pretend it was their car seat. My dad and his girls went on many bicycle rides together with this bicycle. It's my history," I said.

And now, it was Adam's. He had purchased it a couple years back. Perhaps even from us {we did grow up only a few blocks from each other, so really, it's possible}.

I like that this bicycle has a history. 

My history.

Adam's history.

And now, our future. 

patience...not my strong suit.

I never said that I was a patient person. In fact. I'm very much not.

It's a trait about myself I don't much care for. But, the reality is that waiting for something. for anything. for a big thing. for little thing. makes me go crazy.

It appears. however. that this is the season the Husband and I find ourselves right smack dab in the middle of it. Funny how God works in that way. My patience in this season is being tested. Majorly.

Somedays I'm failing.

Somedays I'm barely hanging on.

Somedays a glimmer of an answer comes through...

...only to find the next day I'm right back in the waiting season.

Do you ever have this fight with yourself? 

It's a fight against an ache for an immediate answer.

An immediate relief. 

An immediate response.

An immediate paycheque.

An immediate encouragement.

An immediate answer to prayer.

It's a fight that makes me doubt the provision of a faithful God. I hate this.

It's a fight that makes me want to give up. 

It's a fight that tempts me to want to ask the Husband to give up his dreams and passions.

It's an unfair fight. 

Patience. come find me.

This bed was made for two.

Some might call me crazy. Others obsessive. And some just might not believe me. But, it's true that I miss the Hubberz even when he's only been out of town for a mere 24 hours {ok fine. 10 hrs}. This weekend the man of the house left for a weekend retreat leaving me to protect our abode. This event has given me an interesting perspective on companionship. I've noticed in my short stint of marriage that sleeping alone in a bed after sharing it with the one I love for the past 8 months leaves a massive ache for company. On a side note, why does the house make so many unfamiliar noises when the man leaves? I'm convinced with every creek stands a lurking man just waiting to harm me. And furnace, do you have to be so creepy? Anyways, back on track, so this morning we had scheduled family photos with the lovely Sharalee Prang so that got this man back into these arms of mine. Even if it was just for an hour. And let me tell you, it was like we were reunited after being a month apart. You know, I think I'd spend every minute of the day with that man if I could. And you know what, whether this is healthy or not doesn't matter. The fact is that I could and that works for us :) Gosh. I just love that man.
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Sometimes my mind wanders...

Yesterday was a down right moody, grumpy, grey kinda day. Everything just felt off. I don't like feeling like a major crank. Sometimes it just happens though. And you push through. Throw a few temper tantrums and then sulk and regret it. Oh the joys of emotional womanhood. Sorry Husband.

Anyways.
While this was all happening I excused myself to take a bath, since sometimes this is the only remedy for a cranky moody kinda day. While being in the bliss of comfort my mind started to wander...
...random wanderings...

- Cold pizza in the morning. How good are you. If I could {without the guilt that is} I'd enjoy you every.single.day.
- White socks. Why can you never get clean? Right? I mean, how dirty can the inside of my shoe be?
- Socks. Honestly, how do you go missing in the wash? There's no other place you could possibly be.
- Husband. You're cute. You're sweet. You're really more than I deserve. But no. No, I can't give you a reason why I get into these moods. If I could, I'd be half way there of getting out of it.
- Bloating. You feel awful. Go away. You're very unwanted.
- Bacon & Fudge. You most definitely do NOT mix. See post here.
- Self-photos. Good or bad? What do they say about you? I've done my fair share. Is this bad?
- Personal style. It's ever changing. Never stationary. I like stripes right now. Maybe polka dots tomorrow. I don't like red though.
- Personal style for the unique. You're not really all that different. You're just the same as the people who are trying to be different.
- Books. I can't remember the last time I finished a book. I do however remember the last five books I've started. I really should get better at this.

That's all. Thanks for coming around today.
Happy Friday.
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A note to the anonymous brave Baker.

Dearest brave and adventurous Baker.

You pulled a fast one on me. One with which I do not appreciate. What looks like fudge should stay fudge. Do not, I repeat DO NOT mess with heaven's raindrops {i.e. anything in the chocolate family}. Fudge does not take kindly to having bits of bacon thrown in it. And frankly, neither do I. Nor does my stomach. Nor does the garbage can that received my generous fast upheaval.

Gross.
Epic dessert fail.

Sincerely, 

not your biggest fan.

xoxo

Alert: Bragging wife on the loose!

I have been SO itching to share this with you for some time now. I saw the guys {i.e. Husband and his business partners) over at Cassiar Weddings Films pouring their creative minds, skill and passion into this for a little bit now and I'm just ever so proud of them.

They're fan-flippin-fastic.

The lovely couple is my dear friend Mikaela over at Mikaela Ruth Photography and her handsome husband Shane. I got the joy and delight to share her day of love with her just a few short months after she stood beside me while the Husband entered into our very own covenant. It has been such a rich friendship and I feel so tickled with joy and delight that my Husband and the boys at Cassiar could put together this video for them.

Way to go guys. And way to got Mikaela & Shane for just being so darn beautiful. Oh and here's a peek at our Engagement Video by Cassiar Wedding Films posted before here.

xoxo

p.s. You gotta check out both Cassiar Weddings Films and Mikaela Ruth Photography. You won't be disappointed. These here shots of the Hubstand and I were captured by Mikaela herself.

Dear You. Thank you.

Happy Friday, friends.
Well. Ok. It's actually Sunday night for me. But...whatever. It's Friday for the majority of you so we'll just go with that. And to kick off your weekend I'd thought I'd give thanks to the lovelies that made my week just that extra bit lovely.

so,
Dear Oodles of time with the Husband. He's seriously the bee's knees. Thanks for being wickedly awesome Husband.

Dear Fudgy Caramel Chocolate. You were ever so kind to me this week. I really appreciate you eyeing down the Husband and convincing him that buying you would be good for our marriage. It was. Thanks to the genius who discovered the goodness of fudge.

Dear Shopping. Thanks for making me feel successful today. You totally came through on that coveted jean jacket. You know I've been eyeing you for a while now and today you won the fight. I caved. You convinced me that it was ok to treat myself. Thanks perfect jean jacket.

Dear a Good Food Order. Normally you let me down. For some reason the Husband is far better than I at choosing you. But not this time. This time you were mine. All mine. I totally knocked that order out of the park. Thanks butternut squash & shrimp raviolo.

Dear Belly Aching Laughs. You've been good to us. Both for exercise {no judgement...it is possible to work out from laughing. What? It's true.} and for just a jolly good time. You have comforted us these last few nights with your sweet embrace as the Husband and I have gone to sleep. Love Modern Family. Loving laughing with that man. Thanks TV.

Dear London Fogs. You make my tongue and tummy happy. You're so sweet. Thanks London Fog.

Dear Handsom Husband. You're effort to choose me over hockey means more than you know. I know that some how...coincidently...not by your planning of course, did TVs end up at every place you took me to on our date, yet your effort to show me your priority was on our marriage made my heart happy. YOU make my heart happy. Everyday. Thanks Husband. Thanks for being you and thanks for loving me.

So that's it. A lovely week. Shared with you, friends.
Happy weekending!

xoxo

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Happy Tuesday, friends!
That's all really.
Just a little pop in to say Hi on this wet Tuesday afternoon.
Perhaps these sweet little photos will remind you of something warm and springy.
They were taken almost exactly a year ago by my good friend Mikaela Ruth just before the return of the then Fiance, after a LONG 3 month distance. Check her out. She's pretty fantasticle.

xoxo