Our R Mountain

This time last year, Paul had just gotten back from seven week break and we were hanging out ALOT. We liked each other, we just didn't want to admit it yet. Paul really wanted to hike the famous R mountain (I think he was just trying to see if I could keep up with his giraffe legs) so I accepted the challenge. We started just as the sun was going down which I thought was a perfect setting for him to make some moves. That was until I realized really how long his legs were. Every one step he took I took ten. Resulting in a sweaty, messy Karie. BUT, I kept up. This definitely earned me some points because we totally made out on the R.

This last Sunday we skipped church and climbed our R mountain. Marriage has definitely gotten us out of shape. We were huffin and puffin the entire time and may have stopped a couple of times but we made it and for traditions sake made out on the R again.

I still remember running though the front door way past my curfew and telling my angry dad that Paul and I actually got lost on the R mountain.. Both him and I knew this was a ridiculous excuse for my tardiness but it totally got me out of being in trouble.

Bloglovin and husbandlovin

I feel sicker than a dog with this sore throat, pounding headache, aching body... and so all I wanted to do this morning was to join this bloglovin thing everyone's lovin on. I was getting annoyed with the whole process until Paul grabbed me and pulled me back to bed. 

Paul: "What do you think your doing?" 

Me: "Trying to join bloglovin!" 

Paul: "You need to husband lovin first." 

Cute? I thought so. 

Anyways, Bloglovin told me to paste a link here. So there we have it. 

Smell that Sulfur?

Yes, and a lot of it.

Last week we heard some of our Ragar fam were heading to Yellowstone for a bit and thought it would be a good time for Paul and I to finally make the drive there (Paul has been dying to go since hmm.. I met him). We made our way there yesterday and turns out we had a bit of some trouble finding those Ragars. I mean, Yellowstone is pretty big.. add no cell service.. then add our complete lack of communication before hand. We had no idea where they were (and sometimes where we were), so we decided to go off on our own to make the trip the best we could.

And before the picture over load, can we just take a minute to recognize how adorable my husband is? Seriously. Who is this guy?

While we were soaking all the beauty in with the many thousands of people doing the same, I thought a lot about those people. Most people spend thousands of dollars and travel thousands of miles to be right where we were standing. Some people only dream about visiting such a place. We have the blessing to get up and go for a day, only spend a few dollars, and then return home.

I'm just saying, I love where I live.

A midnight roll

Paul: "So what do you want to do?"
Me: "I dunno, anything."
Paul: "It's YOUR night, you get to choose whatever you want."
Me: "What the, it does not work that way."
Paul: "We could do anything.."
Me: "Like what?"
Paul:"mmm... anything." 

This conversation usually happens at least seven nights out of the week. We will NOT turn into one of THOSE couples who plays bored board games every evening. Not yet anyways. That's why I made Paul buy this fancy longboard. You know..to stay youthful. Plus he looks pretty darn good riding that thing. (Note: I look pretty darn silly running after him since we only own one.) 

Love quote+My love

“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”

-Louis de Bernières

My darling husband, we are one tree whose roots will continue to knit together eternally.