two years

Incredibly thankful to share daily life with this kid. Still loving and growing. Babe, I love you.

he's back

"Criticism of this type will be motivated by love, not a desire for correctness; by concern for the other, not self. It will be expressed with the other in mind and with the intention of positively affecting the other. It will be expressed within the context of a more fundamental “yes.” It will not always be gentle or easy, but it will always be a force prompting to deeper commitment to one another and more complete love."

(Logan Hoffman, Can Christians Be Critics?)

one year

Do I love you more than a year ago?

Yes, absolutely.

three years

I know that we have a new anniversary since we got married, but I feel like we should still celebrate the old one. Even if Logan is thirteen hours, wait seventeen, ahead of me in New Zealand.

Three years I've been with this good lookin' kid. I look at this photo, and all I think (and you do too) is babies. It's weird -- I know there were all those years before I met Logan but it seems impossible. It feels like he's always been in my life. He knows me, I know him. We're certain type of people because we've been together, significantly shaped by the other. I'm a part of him. He's a part of me.

Crazy.

This year we're married, still dating each other. That feels good.

I love you, Logan.

Oh, and I think this is funny. Below is the first interaction between Logan and I on facebook. Right after we became friends:

This is how I knew, just kidding, but seriously.

our first move

August, where did you go? You were full, planned and jammed, stuffed with as many good things as Logan and I could fit in a month. Seriously, the list is long: visiting family, studying, passing NCLEX, family camp, packing, kayaking, trip to Michigan, bonfires, swimming, cleaning, shooting guns, fingerprints, camping with old roommates, emptying my childhood room, job applications, filling med trays, babysitting, cooking, morning coffee dates, birthdays, more packing, bowling, and a wedding. As August slipped out the backdoor, September and fall weather embraced us beginning with our move to Jersey.

Logan and I simplified our stuff, packed our things into a sixteen-foot truck, and attached our car with a tow dolly. We really didn't need a sixteen-foot truck, but it's all they had. So Thursday morning came, we ate Karmel McKnutt donuts with Mark and Lauren, hugged our parents, and hit the road. Bless Logan's heart because he drove the entire 700 mile trip, all twenty-something feet of us, to Princeton while I colored Lisa Frank pictures.

Early Friday morning, we started moving boxes into our simple apartment on the second floor. It went quick with the help of our new neighbors. We felt so loved by helping hands, homemade jam cookies, lent toilet bowl brush, church friend cleaning our dirty bathroom, invitation to a cookout, and a free watermelon. Pretty amazed by the good community of families that surround us. My parents, our second hands of help, came Saturday night in time for the Boise football game. I was excited to show them around Princeton and our church. I'm so thankful for their help putting away things, cooking for us, hanging up things. Goodness, I'm sure everything would still be in boxes if they hadn't decided to come.

It's weird, I remember this time last year Logan leaving for Jersey, hating long-distance, but finding peace knowing that he wouldn't be moving alone this year. It's such a comforting feeling to realize that we have each other. We're sad to leave Indiana, but excited to finish his master's and start my nursing career. This time away will be good, bittersweet, a completely different type of season of growing for us. This weekend we did first married type things from our first trip to Ikea (exciting at first, quickly replaced with feeling overwhelmed), nervousness about finances (I still need a job), my transition to East Coast norms (I'm timid, Jersey is not), fitting everything in our apartment (it's small and cozy). I'm just so happy to be doing this together. Goodness, I love that boy. We're so young, laughing a lot and still taking naps when we should be unpacking.

At the same time, it's hard. We're living in two places at the same time. We've moved our things to New Jersey, but we're back in Marion. Logan leaves tomorrow to go fishing in Canada with his dad. I'm staying in Indiana, embracing every moment with family before we leave again. Like most newlyweds, this first move is the beginning of unknown steps, not quite sure where we're headed after Logan graduates, but excited for the opportunities He has given us, praying for peace where to go. We have vague ideas, two kids with some dreams, loving God and desiring His heart, looking to be part of His means in wherever He's at work.

hello wedding

Less than a month and we already have our wedding photos... all two thousand. Oh, baby.

Needless to say, I'll sort through them and share sometime soon. As for now, here's to almost being married for one month. I'm a wife!

(I really do need to write about that someday.)