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When you wanna celebrate Pi day, but you don't like pie...

Did you know the Gourley's are huge into Pi day?!? 

Okay, okay... you caught us. We just needed an excuse to go get a cookie. The excuse "for family night" has run it's course, so Pi day was kind of our last option. Also, YES that is a sugar cookie from Sodalicious--NOT Swig. Don't worry, I'm setting up an appointment to go talk to my bishop about it... but, you guys! I can't deny it anymore--Sodalicious makes better cookies than Swig! But Swig if your'e reading this, their drinks mean nothing to me. Nothing! Also, could you please stop raising your prices? And maybe pick me just once for your Instagram giveaways? Besides that, I really do love you.

Anyway, where was I going with this post before going off on a fatangent (fat + tangent = fatangent) to convince you all that me and Chris are just mcfatties? Oh yeah, Happy Pi Day! The only day I actually ever enjoyed in math class.  And while we're on the subject of being a mcfattie... is it Fry Day yet? Because I'm sooo ready for my spring break next week--even if my thighs aren't (I'm using Pi Day as an excuse for that, too!)

Our Day

This may look like just a regular (...perfectly crafted, sent from heaven...) Swig sugar cookie, but today, it's much more than that--it's a "we-met-three-years-ago-today!!" cookie that Chris surprised me with when he got home from work! Is that so crazy weird that we met each other three years ago? Or is it more crazy weird that we still celebrate the day we met? Even if it is crazy weird, I'm okay with it, because Chris surprised me with food + we celebrated by finishing How I Met Your Mother (I hated the ending a lot bit. Anybody else?!). Also, what a fitting series to celebrate how you met someone, right?! ..... is this attempt to make watching TV together sound romantic working? 

In all seriousness though, I did have intentions of getting up early and carrying on the tradition of making bacon hearts for our "We met each other three years ago today!" day, but somehow sleep and cuddling with Chris took priority this year. I also had the cute idea to have us recreate our first date and make dinner and play games, but we didn't have chicken or broccoli or anything else that we ate on our first date. So crock pot mac n' cheese it was! 

It's crazy to me that it was only three years ago that I met Chris--feels like we've been together forever! But at the same time, it feels like just yesterday that I was crying before our date because I really didn't want to go out with Chris (or anyone at that time), and that Chris picked me up at my parent's in the "snow bunny" white car. If I think about it long enough, I can still get some of those butterflies I got from when Chris touched my knee while we played Apples to Apples with the group (the day we met was our first date, which was also a group date). It's so funny to look back on that day and think about how I had no intentions of seriously dating Chris. Ha! Never say never, I guess.

Annnnnd just like Ted Mosby, I'm just going to leave you with those little details of our how we met story. Just know that our ending is a lot better than Ted's...

Happy December 30th to us!!!

Oh, Christmas tree.

I have such a special place in my heart for our Christmas tree.

She doesn't look like much, but that's only because she's not that much. What do you expect from a tree that's from Wal-Mart, though? We bought her our first Christmas together. Basically, I begged Chris to use some of the gift cards that we got from our wedding to buy her. Luckily, Chris complied.

The reason I have such a special place for her in my heart is because she has brought so much comfort to me over the past 3 years--especially during the first couple of months me and Chris were married. We only had one car at that time, so Chris drove it up to Salt Lake every day, which meant that I was basically trapped in our house from 3:30 to 8:30 every day by myself. I would get so sad/lonely/convince myself some crazy, psycho killer was going to break into our house and murder me, but as soon as I turned on the Christmas tree, I became calm and happy. Me and Tree got really close that first December together. It became our routine for me to walk in from school, close all the blinds, grab a huge bowl of Chex mix, and shamelessly watch 3 or 4...or 5 episodes of Law and Order: SVU (not one of my finest moments).

Even today my tree is still there to comfort me when I get home. She's there to watch me dance around the house while listening to Christmas music, cry while watching the Ellen Show (or really any show for that matter), and even watch me attempt to sit down and do homework (or cry while studying for finals). She sees me at my best and my worst.

Even though she's losing some of her fake pine needles, only has like 10 bulbs total on her, and doesn't even have a star on top, I think she's one of the best looking trees out there--because she is ours! Kind of the same way people with ugly children feel (just kidding!). Every year she gets a new ornament from Tom G and Martha, and gets even prettier. She loves it. I do, too.

I'm already getting a little sad thinking about squishing her back into her box and putting her on the shelf for another year, but it's always worth it to pull her out the next year and feel like I'm being greeted by an old friend.



p.s. I don't always write sappy posts, but when I do, it's about my Christmas tree.