cheeks the size of alaska.

people need to stop telling me her cheeks are shrinking.

like seriously.

imma cut the next person who brings it up.

family or not,

shiz is gonna get real.

fotos thnx 2 anna. 

well...this is awkward.

i'm going to try to ignore the fact

the last time i stepped foot in this ghost town

was on may 16.

and, if you don't mind,

i will carry on with this challenge until i finish it.

because when i say i'm going to do something,

by golly, i do it.

Δ   Δ   Δ 

a favorite photo of yourself and why.

because this was the best day

i have ever lived.

it is the happiest i have ever been.

neither of us could stop smiling.

my heart was floating in my chest.

i couldn't hug him enough.

i couldn't kiss him enough.

i couldn't squeeze his hand tighter.

we always had to be touching.

my hand on his knee.

his arm around my waist.

holding on to his coat.

it was like i was reminding myself this was real.

like each touch was a pinch

confirming this actually happened.

he was mine

and i was his.

but most of all,

this picture is one of my favorites

because of the way he looked at me.

i never thought it possible to see so much love

in one pair of eyes.

anna james.

yeah, it's happening again.

sorry i'm not sorry.

and no,

i'm not done.

anna james

please know that i'm yours to keep.

 

 

 

 

and these are the words

we danced to as husband and wife. 

close-up

 

anna james.

fyi.

this

is what i meant by spamming.

p.s.

i'm not even close to done. 

p.p.s.

i cannot get over how good

cory's eyes look in all these pictures.

just...mmm.

sorry i'm not sorry.

i got my wedding pictures back last week

and my eyes haven't stopped drooling since.

anna james is a genius.

srsly.

so you can thank/hate/blame/whatevs her

for being the reason

i'm spamming my blog 

with a ridiculous amount of pictures

from the happiest day i have ever lived.

 
h8rz gon' h8.

he's my rushmore.

i woke up at four in the morning 

and couldn't get back to sleep.

i kept my eyes closed

as a feeble attempt to prevent baggy under eye syndrome.

at six, i showered and spent most of that time shaving my legs.

never in my life have i paid so much attention to my knee hairs.

as i brushed my teeth before my hair appointment,

i threw up.

my stomach was full of drunk butterflies

constantly slamming into each other.

the stylist had to do my hair twice.

i cried a little 

and then had a mild panic attack.

after getting my hair done and my face on, 

i rushed home, got dressed, and chugged a cup of mint tea.

i was late to my own wedding. 

once we got to the temple, 

everything seemed to slow down.

i couldn't believe i was getting married.
this was actually happening
and it was happening to me. 

i hugged my parents
and kissed my fiancee goodbye.
these were my final minutes as a porter.
i felt the butterflies all over again.
but this time, they were more excited than drunk.
in just a few minutes,
my life would change in the best way.

 before i knew it,
i was in a room surrounded by all the people i love,
getting sealed to my best friend forever.
i smiled and cried the whole time.
it was the most perfect moment of my life.
it is the most perfect moment of my life.

street/foto cred
goes to the one and only,
anna james.
homegurl knows how to click a camera
and sing like an angel
and be super  kewl.
she literally does everything.

gold was in the air.

i spent my saturday 

hugging a boy,

kissing his face, 

and laughing at his jokes.

all of this took place in front of canyon runners, 

booty-short wearing serenadees, and puppies.

i didn't even care.

we're so good at pda

it might as well be our job.