Our First Valentine's Day + Memory Verse

This past Monday was our first Valentine's Day together. And I must say that it was wonderful. Though, I have not always been a fan of February 14 throughout the years.

There were the years in which: 

*I was dating a high school lame-o.

*My best girlfriend was my date. Mi Pueblo cheese 

dip and Sonic slushes can cure any heartbreak.

*I spent the day with my parents...the best Valentine's of all.

 They don't buy goobie "I love you" stuff and they get you the 

expensive chocolates. 

* I was miles away from my future husband and cried my way through the horrific day.

But I digress. 

But this year was way different. I have to say that I think that marriage is the best experience ever. (Bear with me single ladies...). I have been falling more and more in love with my man daily. We have ironed out a few wrinkles in our lives and have received several answers to prayers that we have been singing into the Lord's ear. I know that life won't always be dandy, but with this man, I would walk through fire. 

I think I really liked Valentine's Day because for the first time I could be myself. There was no expectation to get all dolled up, go to some fancy restaurant, and buy big fancy gifts. Nope. I wore the same teacher clothes that I wore all day, ate at a local Chinese restaurant, and traded Dinner for Schmucks for a Victoria's Secret gift card. And I fell more in love. Is that even possible? I keep asking myself. 

And as we enjoyed our first Valentine's Day as a married couple, I meditated on my past memory verse. 

Love is patient. Love is kind. 

It is not jealous, boastful, proud, or rude. 

It does not demand it's own way and it keeps no record of wrong doing. 

It does not rejoice about injustice, but rejoiced whenever the truth wins out. 

Love never gives up, never loses faith, 

is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance. 

1 Corinthians 13: 4-7

Love is so many good things. My prayer through my marriage is that others will come to know the Lord just from seeing mine and N's love for each other. 

People, I am just crazy about that man! 

But the better end of the deal is that two men are crazy about me. The man who helps me put meaning to that verse, and the Man who wrote that verse into existence. 

Could I be any more blessed? Be still my beating heart! 

Super Bowl

I don't like football. Mostly because I don't understand it, but there is something that I don't find amusing about grown men chasing each other with a leather ball.

So I took the liberty of making myself enjoy this super bowl by imagining myself at it. I got on the anthropology website and imagined myself shopping for clothes to wear to the big game if I were going. Not that I would ever go. I can't afford to shell out the kind of dough that it takes to go to the game. Nor can I afford the clothes at this wonderful store. But every girl can dream right!

Green Bay Packers

I would wear this canary yellow sweater anytime. How darling, right!

Green skinny trousers are just the right touch to cheer on those cheeseheads. 

 I am a freak for scarves. In my mind, everyday should be a scarf day. 

For $388 I would get these. (In my dreams.)

Or these. I just couldn't decide. 

Every girl needs a some bling and I thought that this was the

 perfect compliment to my green and yellow giddy-up. 

Lastly, I am a big bag kind of girl. I think that this purse would be ideal

to toss all sorts of memorabilia in on the day of the game. 

Pittsburgh Steelers 

This crimson shirt makes me melt. I love the way it hangs. 

The way it is cut. The way it make me feel. It really turns me on. 

(Michael Jackson anyone? Anyone? No...ok.)

Layering this bad boy on top does the trick to cover up from the 

freezing cold. 

 I would teach in, preach in, and anything else in those adorable trouser jeans. 

They have my heart. 

Lovely. Nuff said.  

To cover my tootsies I choose these sassy things. That bow. 

Be still my beating heart. 

 I really think that this could go with either outfit. 

That's the good thing about it. I like versatility. 

On a smaller note, I would carry this. Lip gloss, cell phone, 

and keys. The less there is to carry the less there is to lose. 

So this year instead of rooting for either team, I am rooting for the fashion. This way, everyone wins.