They say the first year is the hardest...

Chris and I celebrated one year of marriage this past weekend! Our anniversary was on Saturday, but we both took Friday off from work and decided to make a weekend of it. We started our anniversary off with some Cheesecake Factory and holy shiz... it was SO GOOD. Like, make-Chris-order-drinks-appetizers-AND-dessert good (that just goes to show how much Chris loves me... he hates spending money). After waddling out of Cheesecake Factory, we drove up to Park City to stay in a hotel that Chris got a deal on off of KSL. To say that Chris was disappointed with the hotel when we got there would be an understatement haha. As soon as we walked into the hotel, Chris looked at me with a frowny face and started making whiny puppy noises. Apparently pictures on the internet are really deceiving... bless Chris' heart. But we still had fun! We shopped at the outlets, enjoyed the hot tub with a bunch of pregnant mamas and their little kids, and had a late DTR (Del Taco Run). The next day we came home so we could watch the BYU game--the price you pay being married to a Gourley ;) Chris made it up to me by taking me to see Gravity, which ended up being a pretty good show. All in all, our one year anniversary was a success! 

It's crazy that it has already been a year... where did the time go? It seemed like just yesterday we were walking out of the temple into a complete blizzard! But at the same, it feels like we have been sleeping in the same bed for years. They say the first year is the hardest, but I wouldn't necessarily say it's hard, just... different? Adjusting to having someone next to you in the bed, juggling two families, taking on a new role as husband/wife, and finally getting the courage to poo and fart in front of your loved one--different! Not hard. Well, I guess one hard part is the dumb fights you have that you would never have dreamed of fighting over when you were dating. Truth: Me and Chris fought over syrup once. Freaking syrup! s y r u p haha. So embarrassing. We're slowly getting better at choosing our battles, though. Slowly. Even though marriage has been quite an adjustment, I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Marriage has brought on so many occasions where I sit and ask myself, "How in the world did we get married?! We are so different!" It's really easy for me to focus on how we shouldn't work, instead of thinking about why we do work. If someone were to ask me why me and Chris "work" I'd reply with something like this: Because we both would rather be in sweatpants. And we love onions and cilantro--the more the better. And we tell each other when we look cute. And we love the snooze button. And 90% of our conversations are in our weird nasally voices. And we don't feel bad for swindling Cafe Rio by ordering a tostada with a soft shell and making it a cheaper salad. And he doesn't get mad when I steal his shirts and socks. And we wait for each other to watch important shows like The Walking Dead and Pawn Stars. And despite how much he hates pictures, he still takes them with me. And I bring him smarties from the grocery store. And we don't say anything when one of us is reaching for the treats after a long hard day of "eating good." And he let's me pluck his eyebrows because he knows it makes me happy. And I scratch his back even when I'm about to fall asleep. And because we just really like spending time together.

I'm not really sure how to end a post like this, so I'll just end it with another picture of me and Chris that my sister Shelby took for us (thanks, Shelbs!) because I love them so much.

Here's to many more November 9ths!