Causes to Celebrate

We celebrated our two month anniversary last week.
Although it is not a very monumental mark, we like to find any reason to have a special celebration to ease the sadness of winter semester.

In the last two months we have:

started our first tradition: 10-dollar-date-nights

watched 2 seasons of Flight of the Concords, 2 seasons of 30Rock, and 1 season of Lost
through which we discovered that cuddling while we veg after a long day apart is...magical

taught Dev the differences between lite, regular, and super

learned that he is a responsible, homework doing student and I am...not

shared our first Christmas

each grown some *love* handles

been told I was beautiful, the "best wife ever", and loved 456 times *each*

fought about the toilet seat lid being put down

learned that girls are emotionally crazy

played hide-and-go-seek twice
*before we ran out of places to hide*

learned that he is the more adoring, selfless, thoughtful, sweetest, sexiest hubby.
ever.

It's been the best two months of my life,
which seems a great cause for celebration to me.

Dear Friends,

I got to spend Christmas morning, have my new years kiss, and enjoy every minute of my Christmas vacation with my best friend.

I hope your Christmas was just as overwhelmingly happy.


Love,

The Hansens

My Female Cycle. . . {no, not that one}

{Time to start growing it out again}

getting thanked for every night during bedtime prayer

hearing I'm adorable when I've just woken up
5-minute-snooze-button-cuddle-sessions before getting up
love notes on the kitchen counter



They said it was gonna be good, but nobody warned me it would be this good.

Hunger Pains...

Can you blame my husband for being baby hungry already?

{Top Secret} Bridal Post

I didn't want to post these before the wedding, but since there are about 5 1/2 people that read my blog {and are the people who really care to see these anyway} I figured it wasn't a big deal.

Eat your heart out.

p.s. i'm getting married in two weeks. {insert lots [and lots] of excitement}

For B's birthday I took her to Ingrid Michaelson.

We are feeling excited.

Ingrid was, indescribable. We are feeling, well, indescribable.

We have to run through a dark, creep infested alley after the concert.

{mild exaggeration. i have to admit it now before B calls me out on it.

there will be another mild exaggeration at the end of the story. don't be mad}.

Okay, more like a poorly lit street, filled with weird people leaving the concert.

Regardless, we are feeling frightened

we are also feeling like running is the appropriate response




We are back in the car. Doors are locked. We are feeling safe.

{time out}


B. Why are we driving into oncoming traffic?





We are feeling like we wished we were running along the dangerous road again.
That was a better feeling.

*this is not an actual action shot. i had to fake it for the sake of the story

We are sitting in the middle of the intersection,

brights beaming on our advancing death sentence.

{mild exaggeration}

We just laugh

We are best friends.

lots of feelings attached to that.