1000 Days

*Warning: This blog is going to be lovey dovey. I know y'all aren't too use to that around here.* 

When waiting to get married I kept a countdown app on my phone. I looked at it probably everyday. After we got married I noticed that it kept count of all the days moving forward. I looked at it about a week ago and noticed that Stewart and I will be have been a 1000 days soon. I don't know why but I think that's the coolest thing! 1000 days of being married to my best friend, my partner in crime, but most of all 1000 days of being married to my soul mate. 

Stewart has been such a constant to me for these last 1000 days. He's been my rock, my shield, and my protector. But more importantly he's my safe place. The place I go to when I'm scared, angry, happy, and sad. The place that is home. 

We've had our ups and downs these last 1000 days (oh have we!), but I wouldn't trade, give up, or erase any of it. I miss him the moment he kisses me goodbye for the day and I count the hours down till I can see him again. 

I think this picture captures us perfectly. Anytime he's around I can't stop looking at him, I can't stop touching him, and I can't stop smiling at him. I love you Stewart! Always. To the next 1000 days! Forever thine. Forever mine. Forever ours.

Back Where I Come From

So this isn't really a marriage post but it kinda involves Stewart. So I'm originally from the small town of Farmerville. I spent my childhood outside by the lake and on my grandparent's farm. This is going to surprise a lot of y'all but I'm a country, 4 wheel riding, chicken killing, cow feeding girl. Please pick your jaws off the ground. Most peple don't know this about me, but not because I'm not proud of where I came from but I just never really felt the need to tell everyone. When I start to really drink you can hear that Farmerville drawl come out. My speech gets real slow and country. Especially when I talk to my husband. Steeeeeeewwwwaaaaart. He laughs so hard and just tells me the country is coming out.

So this past weekend I took my husband to my grandparent's farm. It's about 400 acres of land that has cows, chicken houses, and a whole lot of places to get in trouble. We took his new gun that I got him for Valentine's Day and went skeet shooting. I'm sad to say that I think I surprised my husband the whole entire day. He never knew that I knew how to drive a 4 wheeler. He never knew that I went skeet shooting before. And he sure as heck didn't know that I had been out and about on this big farm by myself and could carry myself fairly well.

     There's my hottie!

Yeah I can be sassy while holding a gun.

 

He got a very nice gun. He was super proud of it. I am excited for him.

 

Needless to say we had a great day. But at the same time it kind of made me realize how little I go back to my roots. When I was 16 years old my aunt gave me a birthday card with a bunch of life's lessons, that I still have, and the last one said "never forget where you come from". I hate to admit it but I had started to forget where I came from. Well this past weekend was a great way to getting back at it. Careful y'all I'll be looking for a gun of my own soon.

 

P.S. Yes, I outshot my husband and really put him to shame. I am an excellent shot. He was embarrassed, which he should have been.