Monday, December 19, 2016

My Heart Is Full/First Married Christmas

I am sitting here with a smile on my face, and joy in my heart. I know, I know.... some of you are rolling your eyes thinking about how innocent newlyweds are. It's okay, it doesn't hurt my feelings. I am sitting here with my very first own Christmas tree, lit and decorated. Decorations around the living room. Netflix on the television, and amazing husband sitting beside me on our couch. My heart is full.

This is our first Christmas as Mr. and Mrs. It's been crazy. It's been busy and I have no doubt that it will get busier as the week goes on, but I am loving every bit of it. I love having twice the family to spend the season with. I love figuring out our own traditions. I love coming home and making cookies, watching Christmas movies, listening to Christmas music.... Some of you are still rolling your eyes but we are still having firsts as husband and wife.

I am excited. I know that it's not much different than Thanksgiving but I am excited to sit with my husband at family dinners. I am excited to show up with him and come home with him.

Some of you are gagging. You don't have to read this ya know... you can stop anytime....

Anyway, my heart is full. I get to spend every day with my best friend. I come home and he is here (also, sometimes I come home to him washing dishes. BONUS!!!) Ladies, if you didn't already know, a man who washes dishes is quite attractive;)

I get to go to sleep at night with the person I love most beside me and wake up every morning to him still there. There is never a dull moment in this apartment. Something interesting is always going on. Something crazy is always going on. Memories.... Memories are always being made.... And so my heart is full. We are making memories as husband and wife. This man... that I love more than anyone else.... I get to share life with him. I get to make memories with this man every day.... So my heart is full:)

I know.... you are so done with this post.... That's okay because I am basically just rambling. This is my shouting from the rooftops. Don't get me wrong. Our lives our FAR from perfect. We have struggles and tough times, that while you think you know all about and you think that they are nothing.... you don't know.... we have real problems but we deal with them together.

I am blessed to call this man mine. I am blessed to get to be his wife. And even though we have cried, even though we have had tough times and will no doubt have more in our life together.... There is no one I would rather do life with.... and so.... My heart is full. Okay.... I'll stop now...

One more thing before I go (and yes, my husband approved of me posting this lol). As I was writing this post, he basically slapped the wall with his face.... I am dying lol. He was closer than he thought so when he turned his head really fast, the wall met his face just as fast. Through gasps of trying to breathe, I made sure he was okay, but than I fell onto him laughing. And no, I am not a terrible wife, he was pretty cracked up too lol. 😂😂😂 Like I said, never a dull moment lol.

Enjoying Newlywed Life,
Kelcy J.


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  1. I think I love this post most of all. These are the times that you get to look back on when life really gets you down and you want to just give up that makes you remember why you chose to be with each other. You married a man with so many characteristics of your Dad that I know exactly what you are talking about and I know that you will have a wonderful life together. (Get it?...Wonderful Life? LOL)

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    1. Lol, I like what you did there;) I know we will too:)

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