When we were young.....

This is Mr. Keller and I at our house on Dunn Street in 2006. We were so in love with this house - built in 1912. It was our first fixer-upper and I remember realizing here how much my heart truly loved loving old things back to life. It was tiny, but it had a gorgeous fireplace and mantel and a big arched doorway to the dining room. The yard was crazy. I had to slide through a skinny dungeon hallway in the basement to do laundry each week. We had no dishwasher. No sprinkler system. No littles. We did whatever we wanted. We slept in, went to movies on the weekend, stayed up way too late. Mr. Keller was still in school and we were close enough he could walk to class. I had my insurance licenses and worked at American Family. We had only been married six months when we bought this house, and by the time we moved two years later, baby Morgan was baking in my belly. I miss these days! So much. And I'm so glad we have pictures to remind us we were once young, skinny, well-rested newlyweds. I love you, jlk.  

For Tomorrow: December 17th, 2005

I am writing this post today because, tomorrow, I am sure my heart will be too fluttery and I will be too distracted with romance of all sorts to blog about it (I am a lucky girl).

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Tomorrow, we celebrate each other, certain covenants, and the day we became Mr. and Mrs. Keller.

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The morning of our wedding day, I sat on my parents' bed while my mom clasped a white swarovski crystal bracelet on my right wrist and my dad buckled my dress shoes. They asked if I was nervous.

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I was full of peace.

Bliss. Joy.

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Four years later, my feelings are changed. They are more so, and much deeper.

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They are real. All things stripped, there is tenderness and trust and love. As simplistic and as patterned as our lives may be, there is holiness in it. We find it in family, in parenthood.

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We find it in the thing which brought us to where we are now - marriage.

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And how we've learned and grown and been blessed beyond measure or compare.

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Last week, I sat on the floor with Megan and told her how I believe with a full heart, that for me, when I put my entire self into the hands of Heavenly Father, I found myself exactly where I needed to be. And in the simplicity of doing so, I felt whole and pure. All else fell into place.

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All else was orchestrated. And continues to be.

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I'm so thankful for that.

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To my darling JLK: I love you. Happy day to us on the morrow! I am the luckiest girl and you are the best for me! I'm so glad we have forever and ever together.

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{His and Her Facts}

In four years, we've owned three houses, had three cars, one lawn mower, one very naughty dog, two motorcycles, shot two deer, painted dozens of walls, had two sets of couches, ate lots of chocolate cake, had one flat tire, started a business, made one loveable baby together, and kissed 1,450,998 times.

{Me. In 1988, I believe.}

in honor of today's prompt at mama's losin it,

here's a little something you may (or may not) want to know:

when i was a wild and crazy four year-old little girl, i broke my right leg when i fell off a barstool in my aunt jackie's kitchen when we were visiting her at her new apartment in burley

right before

she married

her husband.

my aunt jan scooped me up and laid me on the couch where i cried myself to sleep.

it hurt something fierce, i believe.

i still remember the night i took my cast off.

my mom was vacuuming.

it was dark outside.

i begged her to let me take it off early.

and she let me.

my leg tingled like crazy.

then i ran around like a wild comanche.

and i never fell off a barstool again.

{the end}

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PSS: I ate leftover homemade blueberry-peach crisp with costco vanilla ice cream

and i ate it for breakfast.

in fact i just ate the last bite.

wish you were here. i would have shared.

it's going to be a delicious day.

hope yours is too.