the story before the story // happy 30th anniversary mom and dad

happy 30th anniversary mom and dad

30 years ago today, my story became a possibility. two people, having only known each other for 6 months but trusting in love got married. and this is their story.

PicMonkey Collage4they met on a blind date. she lived in minneapolis; he lived in albert lea. they dated for 3 months. one day, on the front steps of his house; he asked her a question. “so, do you think we’re going to be together for awhile?” she answered, “well yes, i hope so.” disappearing for a moment he returned with a ring. 3 months later they said ‘i do’ and started on to write the rest of their story.

happy 30th anniversary mom and dad

the years that followed brought change, joy, heartache, happiness, struggle, growth, blessings and so much love. in those 30 years they had 3 children and 1 angel left up above watching over them. there were 6 graduations. there were dozens of family vacations. most of which were enjoyable. (except for the one when dad wanted to leave spencer at the black hills… or when i slammed my head into the side of the car… or when carter was crying because we were picking on him). more than anything, the 30 years that followed that day, november 24, 1984, brought family.

happy 30th anniversary mom and dad

as i’m in the midst of planning my wedding, i can’t help but imagine what life might be like 30 years from now. no one can know for certain but one thing i wish for is a family like the one that my mom and dad created. a family where you support each other no matter what, a family where you are there to celebrate in life’s most important events, a family that is ridicucously good looking and sarcastic. and a home that is always welcoming filled with people who you might not like all the time, but that you love always. a family that knows that we might not have it all together, but together we have it all.

happy 30th anniversary mom and dadmomma and daddy; thank you. thank you for building a home and a family that makes it so fun to get together and so hard to say goodbye to. thank you for raising me to be the woman i am; strong, faithful, determined and sassy. thank you for supporting me in everything and anything i do. every move i make (literally), every success i have, and every heartache i feel. you two are the best support system i could ever imagine. love you to the moon and back forever. xoxo

happy 30th wedding anniversary

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this morning, with him, having coffee

johnny and june cash

love and coffee

love and coffee

[b] and i share a love for coffee. weekend mornings we can most likely be found at a caribou sipping on the seasonal favorite and taking #bouface selfies. there’s something about a coffee shop that’s just cozy. even if we’re both on our laptops or phones crushing candies while we’re there hanging out it’s some of my favorite times. something we like to do together.

at the old house this enjoyable activity was limited to weekends only. [b] or i would sometimes make coffee durning the week but we had to the leave house so early because of crappy commutes that it was almost always taken to-go. one of the many things i love about our new house is that we both have a short commute. there are oodles of good things that come from this; we’re not as rushed in the morning to try and “beat” traffic (which never worked – 494 is the worst), we’re not stuck in hours of traffic on the way home which just makes you uber cranky by the time you get home. it’s glorious and makes you realize how much a shitty commute can really affect your attitude.

but [probably] my most favorite thing that has come from this is that we get to spend time together in the morning. we’ve eaten breakfast together more in the past 2 months than we ever did in a year and a half at the old house. and almost every morning we have coffee. [b] gets up with the chickens at unforsaken times like 4 in the morning so he’s usually/always the one to make the coffee. sometimes we enjoy our coffee seperately while we’re getting ready. but some days, like this morning, we get to sit together [with #starksthepup] and watch tv and look at save the dates on pinterest and enjoy our coffee together before we started our day. nothing else mattered, no anxiety, no worry, no stress, just us. and those moments, with him, having coffee that make me feel so blessed to get to do life with that guy.

give a dog your heart & you’ll get one in return {happy birthday starks}

happy birthday starks

growing up we never had a pet. i know, insert sad violin music here. i mean we had fish once, bert and ernie, but they didn’t last long from what i remember. the lack of pets wasn’t for lack of wanting; i have always loved dogs and i loved playing with my friends or family’s pups. my brother and i dropped many a hint that we would love a puppy brother, but instead we got a human brother. who i did indeed dress up like a puppy when he was young and impressionable. true story. sorry not sorry carter. and our babysitter had a cat, fonzy, that i tried to pretend was a dog but talking him on walks (against his will) and making him sit on my lap. but that’s really as close as it got.

starks the pup

starks the pup

for those of you who don’t know, starks is brandon’s dog (he adopted him about a year before we met). he is a schnauzer/terrier/hot mess combo – but to many people’s surprise when hearing that breed, he is about 54 pounds. but he thinks he is a lap dog. for (nearly) daily pictures of him you can give me a follow on just about any social media platform and cuteness will fill your screen. starks loves to play ball; especially the moment that both brandon and i are home from work; he loves to play with a rope that brandon and i hide because we hated playing with it; he loves treats; he gets anxious at the first sign of one of us packing a suitcase; he doesn’t like not being included in hugs; he is afraid of the kitchen floor and will only go in so far and then has to back out; he is an attention whore and will bark at me and lick my face obnoxiously as soon as i start talking on the phone; he loves to wrestle and play; and loves to steal my spot in bed. mostly, he loves to be petted and cuddled and lay right in the middle of brandon and i. and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

happy birthday starks

dogs have a way of rescuing people who need them; and filling an emptiness we didn’t even know we had

and today, is that adorable pup’s 3rd birthday. though we’re still trying to teach him what that means. but, to you my pup, i wish you a happy day filled with belly rubs, treats, playing with the ball, and cuddles. love you so much. xoxoxo

want to see more of Starks? Interested in witticism and thoughts from the pup himself? follow him on twitter @starksthepup