Evidence

Girls are crazy. I'll be the first one to admit it. Luckily, I'm not crazy-crazy, you know running around acting a fool, embarrassing not only myself but everyone around me. I'm just typical girl crazy. One who is completely emotional about the smallest things. Case in point, trying on my wedding veil last night. I get home from work, convinced I would try on the 2 different hair pieces I've picked out, and fall in love with them all over again. Reality: I hate both of them and quickly reconsider my hair pieces/veil. To my credit, I didn't call my mother complaining, crying about the horrible things that we've wasted entirely too much money on. Instead, I try working with the two. Trying to tweak, rearrange...anything to make it look the slightest bit ok. No luck. It was terrible. Today, I get home and try it again with the veil. Pure satisfaction as soon as I place it on my head. I was beyond content and actually got excited all over again about it. Thus, proving that I am slightly crazy from day to day. Regardless, my fiance thinks I am as precious as they come...crazy moments and all.

Ring finger's new best friend.

Ryan's left hand ring finger officially has a new best friend. His wedding band came into today and I get to go pick it up at 5. I am extremely excited, but nowhere near as excited as he is. I know he's going to "pull a Sarah" and put the wedding band on frequently like I am known to do from week to week. Granted, I only wear it for a short amount of time, but it's 5 seconds to long apparently. I just like the way it looks...but most importantly what it symbolizes. A commitment. A promise. A vow. A marriage. It's amazing all the things that that little band can exude. I am soo excited to see HIS ring on his finger, rather than the one we tried on. I'll admit I didn't like it at first and neither would anyone else that had a ring 2 inches from their eyes. Ryan, with my suggestion, casually put his hand down by his side and it began to grow on me. Maybe not so much because I LOVED the ring, but because it was becoming one step closer to being official. It could have been a rubberband on his finger for all I cared. I always tease Ryan that if he'd given me a rubberband as an engagement I wouldn't have cared, just so long as I knew we were spending our life together. Yet, since it wasn't a rubberband and instead the ring that he had picked out, we got it. It's going to be perfect and make my fiance that much more handsome. Unfortunately, like most right-handed girls who suddenly do everything with their left once they're engaged, Ryan won't experience that habit. He's a lucky one- already left-handed and ready to show off his band. Maybe I should engrave the date on it like a duck band...the date he was captured. (Going duck hunting has forever changed my views and now I reference it. Strange.) That way, he'll always know how long we've been married. Oh, and to remind him to acknowledge our anniversary each year. I say that, but I know Ryan will remember our anniversary every year. That's just how much faith I have in the man. A lot, because he deserves it.

Oh happy days.

I decided to start a blog for multiple reasons. 1. I love to write things. 2. My dear fiance loves to read things that I write. 3. It's pure entertainment. 4. It's something I can look back on and read with a smile on my face. Ryan and I are 55 days away from starting our marriage. I wish it was more like 5. I cannot wait until I can finally call him my husband, be introduced as his wife, and sign my name Sarah Davis. Confession: I "pratice" signing my name at least once a day as Sarah Davis. Yes, it is a little high schoolish, but the best part about it is that in just a few days I'll get to sign it that way for the rest of my life. Rest. of. my. life. I cannot emphasize that enough. I will be married to Ryan and spending the rest of my life with him. No one else. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE knowing that. It puts a smile on my face just thinking about it. Randomly hearing, "I'm ready to be your husband." driving down the road is music to my ears as well. I adore this man. This man that is the dorkiest person I have ever met in my life. The man that acts like a kid when we're together. The man that on a daily basis bends over backwards for me to see that I am happy. Granted, it doesn't take much for me to be happy, just being with him is satisfactory enough. The man that loves our little dog Marley with all his heart and treats him like a real baby. Oh how I cannot wait to start our family. We are definitely nearly newlyweds and definitely encouter those little moments of a.) Oh my goodness I love this person! or b.) Seriously, they just did that? Either way, it's the best feeling and usually not the latter!

Today, Ryan and I did yet another first. Firsts are my favorite. They are such "bonding" experiences; it doesn't matter if each of you has done the activity before with other company. What matters is that you are doing it now, together. We went shooting at his dad's farm. Ryan said we were going to "go look for some ducks to shoot." Deep down, I knew there weren't going to be any of these so-called ducks, but I went anyway...simply because I knew that there was no possible way we would flip a 4 wheeler on me again, nor would there be any chance of getting water in my waders. So we ventured out and Ryan hands me the gun to shoot. My target: a stump in the water. Pow! I shoot. I failed miserably. I didn't even hit the water. I'm also pretty sure I shot with my eyes closed. Regardless, I look at Ryan for his approval. Success- he has a smile of approval and asks if I want to shoot it again. Of course I do, after I regain composure from nervous giggles. I shoot again and it's a complete reinactment of what has previously happened. I give Ryan the gun he shoots a couple of rounds and we head back to the 4 wheeler. Mission complete: Ryan got to see me shoot a gun. That's all he really wanted and here's how I know...heading back from the farm to eat our weekly Sunday night dinner at Mom and Dad's, he asks if I am going to tell my daddy I shot his gun. Just like me, he enjoys the firsts and naturally wants to share them. We are bound the be the most awesome newlyweds ever.