Thursday, July 5, 2012

My Wedding Day - The Temple

           December 16th, 2011, I made a decision that would effect my life eternally. I married my best friend in the Draper temple. I still remember the cheesy line he gave me the night before we were married. "Goodnight, Love," Andrew had said to me, smiling. "I'll marry you in the morning." I laughed and we hugged, kissed, and went our separate ways.
           Trying to sleep that night was an impossibility for me. I lay awake for hours, tossing and turning. When I texted Andrew about my predicament, he recommended I pray for sleep and added that he would do the same. I fell asleep sometime after midnight, but I kept waking up all through the night, only sleeping in small segments. I finally just gave up on sleep around 5:30 AM, and my cousin Alex (she stayed the night with me because she was going to fix my hair for the wedding) got up with me.
           We drove to the other house and got milk so we could have cereal for breakfast (I had moved all of the food and stuff to the apartment on the 15th except for the foods that needed to be kept in the fridge or freezer). This was pretty much a moot point for me, since apparently I couldn't eat, either. After breakfast, Alex started fixing my hair. She was still working on it an hour or so later when Andrew came to get me at 8:45 AM. Finally I grabbed my dress & stuff and we left.
           The roads had a mixture of snow dust and mist swirling around the cars, creating a magical, surreal feeling as we drove up to the temple. "This feels so magical! I can't believe we're getting married today," I confided, smiling. "I couldn't sleep at all last night, could you?"
           "Actually, I slept just fine. When I woke up, I was like, 'I had something important going on today, what was it?' It took me a while to remember. Then it was like, 'I'm getting married today! What the heck am I doing??' But then I remembered that I was marrying you, and I was okay again." Andrew told me. This was somewhat surprising, as Andrew is normally the one that doesn't sleep well.

           We arrived to the Draper temple at 9:30 AM. We went in and they pulled us in to a room to sign our marriage license, then they led me to the bride's room. It was SO beautiful!!! I told them that my mom would be coming, and had them let the front desk know her name so that she could come directly in to help me, since we were 30 minutes early, even for the group that was supposed to be early. I got into my wedding dress (I had picked one that I could wear inside the temple) and as they were helping me with my veil and such, my mom entered the room. We were both smiling and happy, and she was super excited and supportive. The temple workers kept complimenting my dress, and then they led me out to go meet Andrew.
           "Did you see the way his eyes popped out of his head when he saw you?" the sweet temple worker whispered to me enthusiastically as we came up to him. I hadn't; my hands were shaking and I was so nervous, I couldn't tell what he was thinking. I wasn't really able to read his face, other than the fact he looked nervous and he was smiling. Because we had gotten there so early, they led us to the Celestial room to wait. That was wonderful! I had been so nervous, my hands were shaking, but once we entered the room I was so calm. The Spirit overwhelmed me with confirmation that I was in the right place with the right person at the right time, and I had no doubt in my mind that what I was doing right then was right.
           When we met the sealer, there was a further confirmation that we were being married by a wonderful person that had the correct authority. He was sweet, funny, old man and the Spirit radiated from him. He then asked us if we would like to do something that is not a part of the normal sealing process, but that he offered the choice to do to everyone he sealed. The option was, just before he sealed us, if we wanted to, he would give us a chance to tell everyone why we loved the other person. We agreed to do it.
           When everyone that was attending the sealing was seated, we went to join them. The light that poured into the room through the stained glass windows was Heavenly, and an even stronger spirit hit me as we entered the room. The room was larger than the one we had reserved, but I loved it, even though there were so many empty chairs (maybe they were all filled with those on the other side of the veil). He then gave Andrew and I the chance to tell everyone why we loved each other.
           Andrew and I looked at each other and I asked him if he wanted me to go first. He nodded. I don't remember exactly what I said. I just remember feeling the warmth and love. Something about how he was my best friend, he respected me as a daughter of God, his sense of humor... At some point my voice trailed off and, after a pause, Andrew started. His voice was husky with emotion, and he was crying. I don't remember everything he said, other than him saying that I made him want to be the best he could be. I just remember how powerful the emotion was that we were overcome with. The sealer said, "So, what you're saying is, she completes you?" Andrew must have nodded or said yes.
           The sealer said he wouldn't be giving a Sunday talk, but it felt like it lasted forever. Finally we got to kneel across the alter from each other. We weren't allowed to look at each other while we were being sealed, which was hard. After we were sealed, the sealer said we could kiss each other across the alter. "Oh, you can tell they're good at this part. They must have practiced!" he teased. "You two looked like you enjoyed that. How about you kiss again?" We happily complied. "Man, I thought you were going to go for a third!" The sealer teased us. We then went to the side of the alter and exchanged rings, and then we looked through the eternity mirrors together. I tried to envision our daughters and sons doing the same thing, and it was too wonderful to grasp.

           Everyone in attendance lined up to either hug us or shake our hands. Andrew's mom was crying, hugging him the longest she could. "Welcome to the family," everyone was telling us. The concept that Andrew was now my husband was beyond me. It seemed so surreal. I was so happy, and I couldn't stop smiling!!!

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Crazy? I Was Crazy Once.

Driving home after dropping a friend home last night:

Me: You could just pretend I'm not here!

Andrew: But if you're not here, then there's no one to talk to, which means I'm talking to myself. If I'm talking to myself, then I must be crazy!! Crazy? I was crazy once!

Me: Haha! I can maybe agree that you're a bit crazy.

Andrew: *GASP!* I'm hearing voices and there's no one in the car with me!! Just wait until I get home to tell Liz that the car is haunted.

Me: You don't actually have to pretend that I'm not here anymore...

Andrew: The voices want me to believe that they actually exist... This is getting freaky.

Me: *rolls eyes, then rubs hand on his back, laughing* You're ridiculous.

Andrew: THE GHOST IS TOUCHING ME!!!

I, at this point, decided to have fun with the whole scenario. Putting my hand on his arm, near the elbow, I slowly moved it up to his shoulder, into his sleeve to actually touch his shoulder.

Andrew: This ghost is forward! GHOST RAPE, GHOST RAPE!!!!

That's about where I lost it.

When we got home, I raced Andrew to the door & made it in just barely ahead of him. As soon as we entered the apartment, Andrew turned to me with a completely straight, if not dramatically "traumatized", face.

Andrew: Liz, you would never believe it. I'm pretty much positive that our car is haunted.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Missed Me!

You know those ridiculous fights that come out of nowhere?
This was one of those.
I don't know who made the first attack, but suddenly jellybeans were flying back and forth.

Actually, it was probably me that threw them first.
But that's besides the point.
The point was that Andrew had missed me entirely in his attempt at throwing them back at me again.

Deciding to take an extremely childish approach to celebrating my victory, I began to tease him with a very childish rhyme in a sing-song voice.

"Missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me!!"

Andrew didn't seem to find this very dissuading. In fact, it didn't take me very long at all before I noticed the rapid deterioration of his aiming abilities. He seemed exultant of his sudden inability to hit me with the jellybeans. I was taking great care to strike him with perfect aim with my jellybeans, though. It was far too satisfying to see the jellybean ricochet off of him.

I couldn't help but be amused when he hit me without meaning to now. "Ha! Missed you!" he'd cry, grinning, only to realize that he had actually hit me squarely in the forehead.

The novelty wore off fairly quickly, though, and now he tries pulling it off in other ways...

"I missed you at work today. Does that mean I have to kiss you?" he'll tease me as he gets in the car from picking him up.

That I have no problem with :)

Monday, May 7, 2012

Baby Cramps

Andrew and I went camping over the weekend just before school started with my sister-in-law Monica. The campground we went to was GORGEOUS, and we made a point of going hiking while we were up there. I was enjoying the hike immensely, and had brought a box of Cheez-It Party mix to take on the hike with us. This worked well until I started getting side cramps from eating while hiking...

Me: "Ugh, I think I'm getting a side cramp. That's okay, though, because it's only a baby side cramp right now."

Andrew: "Are you sure it isn't just a baby? ;) "

I had no response, other than to punch Andrew semi-lightly in the stomach. Except I may have not done it all that lightly. Just not so hard that it would actually hurt him.

Andrew to Monica: "Did you see that?!? She PUNCHED me!!"

Monica: "Yeah, well, you deserved it."

Glad I wasn't the only one that thought so! ;)
Seriously. Andrew and his baby jokes sometimes... haha!

Monday, April 23, 2012

Frosting

We pulled out some frosting from the fridge to make sure it was still okay the other day...

Andrew lifted the container up to his face and then sniffed it intently. "It still smells like frosting."
He then reached in and scooped out some and licked it off of his finger. "It still tastes like frosting."
Peering in to the container with a mock expression of dubiousness, he added, "It still LOOKS like frosting..."

Andrew turned to me. "Wait. I'm missing a couple of senses."

"Touch and sound," I prompted.

"Oh. Right. Well, it still felt like frosting..." A strange look crossed his face, and he lifted the container to his ear. His eyes suddenly got very wide. "Oh no!! It doesn't sound like frosting! It must have gone bad!!"

Friday, April 20, 2012

Morgue Tickle Fights

Sometimes (okay. I'll admit it. A lot of the time) Andrew and I say and do some pretty ridiculous things. Like this time back in February, for instance...

After a small poking fight, I jokingly said, "I'm dead..." and flopped backwards onto the bed in a melodramatic imitation of dying.

Andrew, seeing a loophole in my ruse, jested, "Oh, really? But dead people aren't ticklish!" and he promptly began tickling me.

I squirmed around and, rather than conceding that he had a point, decided to challenge him. My comeback was flawless. "How do you know that? Have you ever gotten into a tickle fight at the Morgue?!?"

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Cheese

While making dinner, I realized that I needed some cheese grated, so to make it so I wouldn't have to stop what I was doing, I asked Andrew for some help.

"Andrew, would you please grate some cheese for me?"

"Sure!" Andrew replied enthusiastically. He walked up to the fridge and pulled out a block of cheese and then looked at it very seriously. Without missing a beat, he told the cheese, "Cheese, you are awesome! You're so great! Nothing else can do what you do!"

He then turned to me with an impish smile. "There! Cheese great-ed!"