Just like I suspected... being Mrs. Matthew Lowry is a dream.
Day 1 - Perfect. My stress outs are not secret and Matt had been preparing me mentally for something going wrong on our wedding day. Because something always does right? wrong. I have the best familIES in the world. And some fantastic friends who all helped so much to pull it off. We didn't get married till 2.... lots of people thought that was because that was the only time left at the temple. Do they not know my mother? That time was booked a good week before we were even engaged the middle of April. No, I just don't wanna wake up at 4am to get my hair all did up.
Matt and I drove out to the Temple together, and of course got their early. Which was so nice because we got to spend some sweet extra minutes together. I love the Temple so much. I love that I can be with Matt for the rest of FOREVER. Such a huge amazing blessing.
I always knew that if I ever walked out of a Temple after getting married it would be awkward a heck. What do all those watching eyes expect? I am not really sure. But I do know that I was right in my perdition. I was awkward. But thrilled. So it didn't matter. We had a ton of special people there to help welcome us into the world as newly weds.
After a few (some might say a lot) of pictures we hurried back to Lethbridge for the Partay. What I pictured? No. A bit better. I had a blast.
I have always heard people say O it doesn't matter if you show up at _________s wedding, they won't even know you were there. FALSE. It was so so so nice to have friends and family together. Haliaka and Courtney (My bridesmaids) both drove forever to get there... and my Granny and her husband and an Aunt and Uncle and my cousin Haley and her husband Trevor all came up for the event. Not a short drive... especially when your trapped in a rental van together. And Bud is driving. I owe them. I got to meet a ton of Matts family as well which was awesome after hearing so many stories. Overall... perfect day, fantastic people, sealed to the love of my life. Success.
But... that was only Day 1. Honeymoon time.
We were at The Cliff at Snowbird. Yet another gracious gift by my parents. We got there at 4 am. Gross right? We walk up to the front desk.
Front Desk Man: Can I help you? (with a tone of confusion)
Me: Yes, we are here to check in. (with a big tone of excitement)
Front Desk Man...in his sassiest tone possible: Really, because I don't have anyone else left to check in tonight. Are you sure you are at the right place?
Me: Yes. Im sure. The papers are in the car.
Me: snotty rude 4am glare.
Matt: Calming pat on my back
FD Man: Well...
Idiot found out reservation. We found out that "The Cliff" is apparently a little classier than Super 8. Everyone else there was retired and not on their way to be poor students.
We unload our stuff... and Matt goes to give FD Man the key for the Valet parking guy in the morning (Classy huh). The entire time FD Man apologizes for not making us feel welcome and judging and blah blah blah.
The rest of the week was fabulous. We went on a Zipline and Alpine Slide (MAttski still has some bumps to prove it) and one of those crazy trampoline jumpy things (As uncomfortable as they look.)
We rode up a tram to like 11 000ft i think? At the top of a mountain. It was glorious. Mostly because I didn't have to walk up it :) There were gophers EVERYWHERE. But all the signs called them "potguts". Random. And really funny.
And then Matt rode a Mechanical Bull. Hilarious. I hooted and hollered the entire time.
Friday we went to grannies and met mom and dad and opened all the registry presents that had been ordered online. From here on out Christmas might be a bit of a let down. It was glorious.
Since then we have done a lot of unpacking. buying. setting up. planning.
MAtt started school Monday, and I started work. The days when we had nothing to do and could stay with each other all day long passed WAY too quick.
But real life with Matty is just as fun Honeymoon with Matty.
He is wayyy better than I am being married.
For instance..... yesterday I pull up to the house and there he is waiting for me outside! Heart melts. I blabber on about this as we go into the house. I turn the corner into the living room. There sits lover boy at the table with dinner all made an waiting. WOW.
.....today, I get home early from work and think now is the time to shine and my wifely duties. We end up with too much pasta in a pot, a burnt cookie sheet, and apparently I fried up a decorative GORD to feed my new husband. 20 Points Matt.
Conclusion: The last week and a half has been the best week and a half I have had in the last 22.5 years. Also I love my HUSBAND. More everyday. And I am so happy he looks right over all my sillinesses. Like feeding him gords.