one time last summer I started talking to a boy I'd grown up with but never spoken to,
and he really loved Jesus,
and we kept talking.
and we took a lot of pictures and ate a lot of pizza,
and laughed way, way too much.
and later we got married.
so now I'm a wife (!!), and I live in the upstairs of an old house
and I get to hang out with this awesome person all the time.
I want to write about everything, but for now--yeah. I fell in love with him, I married him, I fall more in love with him every day. I still can't believe I'm a wife (does this mean I have to be an adult? yikes), and I am floored daily by the crazy grace of God.
