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Sunday, January 24, 2010

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.

1 comment:

  1. SOOO glad your blogging!! I love to blog, so we can be bloggers together!!HA.... Now Sarah.. If little ol' me can shoot skeet, surely you can hit something! We gotta work on this!


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