Sick.Sick.Sick.

Since we've been married I have been sick about a million times (really only about seven times, but we have only been married 3 months as of yesterday and so, seven times is a lot.) This past week has been one of the worst sicknesses so far. It has caused me some of the worst pain I've ever felt. And it is dragging on-it started last Monday, and now here I am on Sunday, still hurting.

I feel bad for Scott because I am such a whiney, complainy, mean sick person. I don't know how Jesus did it. He suffered the sins and pains of the world, was whipped, crowned with thorns, mocked, spit on, forced to carry a heavy cross up a hill, and then nailed in the hands, feet, and wrists to that cross. And still, He thought of others. During this long night, He healed a soldier (Luke 22:50-51), comforted a thief on the cross next to Him (Luke 23:39-43), and asked one of His disciples to take care of His beloved mother (John 19:26-27). He did not act in anger or in frustration, but instead was brought "as a lamb to the slaughter" (Isaiah 53:7 and Mosiah 14:7). I am amazed by the way that the Savior acted despite the emotional and physical pain He suffered. Picture on left by Del Parsons.

And here am I, in circumstances far less painful than that which the Savior suffered and yet I am very verbal about how I feel and speak unkindly and am easily annoyed and short-tempered. But despite my immature and un-Christlike behavior, I am still blessed undeservedly. My sweet husband gave me several priesthood blessings to help me be healed, my dad has provided me free health care, the other physician I saw was so helpful and affordable, and God has provided me with constant comfort and help by way of the Holy Ghost. God has also blessed me with my sweet husband who is thoughtful, generous and kind.

On Monday, (one of the worst sick days this week) Scott

ran to the store to get some toilet paper. He came back with my favorite brand of toilet paper (which we never buy due to the cost), Twizzlers (one of my favorite treats), and gum (I always want to buy it, but don't to save money). Saturday was another

really painful day. Scott ran to the store to buy some cranberry juice for me and did all the grocery shopping. To top it off, he got me a Godiva dark chocolate candy bar-another one of my very favorite treats. He knows me so well and really takes care of me-from running up and downstairs about a hundred times a day getting me water and food and whatever else I ask for, to praying for me and kissing me and not getting angry when I wake him up multiple times a night or for cuddling with him when he is trying to sleep. I am so grateful and very very blessed.

Here's a Shout Out to My Hunk of a Husband

Yes I know it's cheesy and sappy. But that's love. I've decided that Scott is amazing. Course I already knew that before I married him, but now its official. I mean, just look at him. He's dreamy.

Plus, he is hilarious. He's always crackin' jokes and so I'm either always laughing or rolling my eyes (I mean some things stopped being funny in junior high...but I love him for his youthfulness anyways). We have lots of fun together. Today, we folded the laundry while dancercizing to some oldies. I just kept laughing. Scott was ridiculous with his sock whips and suave moves.

He's very sweet. Today, we went to the temple and on the way I couldn't find my recommend. I started crying (what's new). He wiped my tears, and in a sweet voice he calmed me done and told that they can call the Bishop & that I'll be alright & that everything will be okay. And it was. It was so nice being there with him.

Man, I love that boy. I was scared to commit to marry Scott. But, I finally did it and I'm so glad I did. He makes me happy. Everyday. Sometimes he also makes me upset or frustrated, but it's fun to work through those feelings together too. And, mostly he just makes me feel incredibly blessed.

There you have it, Cheesiest, Sappiest Post Ever.

May 20, 2011

So after I've been yelled at multiple times to update our blog, I will. :)

The truth is, I'm not really procrastinating, I was just waiting to get back the wedding pics. And they have finally arrived. And I love them! Thank you Miss. Cami. Now, I can talk all ab

out the wedding and have the pictures to show for it.

Here are some before-the-day formals:

Wedding Dinner: Twas the eve of the wedding and all through my house, all the family was working to prepare for the next day. Around 6 o'clock, we ran to the church for the wedding dinner put on by the Cardon's. They catered Polynesian food, yum. Scott and I struggled to finish our meals-we were both so anxious for the wedding (in a good way).

As we ate, people got up to speak. Both of our dad's spoke. I appreciated what both of them had to say. My dad read part of the Dr. Suess book "Oh the Places You'll Go." It was perfect. There was lots of crying: partly because I'm the first kid in my family to get married and partly because Scott is the baby in his family. People said really nice things about both of us. I loved when Scott's mom got up and talked about how Scott is her baby and how she knew

even from the beginning of our courtship that "Scott just loves Megan." Blake tried to take credit for our union and my cousin Ronnie joked about my indecisiveness. A few of Scott's siblings got up and said some nice things about Scott and welcomed me to the family.

Then, Scott got up and thanked my parents for the way they raised me and publicly announced that he loves me. He started to get emotional. It was so sweet because he is rarely emotional. Scott's uncle Steve got up and talked about Scott's Grandpa Gaisford who passed away recently. Scott was really close to his grandpa. Steve said that Grandpa Gaisford would be at our sealing tomorrow and I really believe that.

The Wedding Day: The morning started out alright: I wore my mom's pretty blue dress (something borrowed, something blue...), my auntie did my make-up, and Scott came to pick me up. But like most wedding days, there was something that came up in the morning that caused me to be upset. So there I was, driving to the temple with the man I am going to marry, crying (I always cry about everything). He was frustrated that I was sad, but just tried to be calm so that I wouldn't be more upset. When we walked into the temple, I felt a little better. My mom could tell something was wrong. We talked about it, she was so helpful and comforting. After her help, I felt so much better. I was able to focus on what was going to happen soon: I was going to be sealed forever, in the temple, to Scott, the man that I love. I felt so good and happy.

It was so great to have my mom helping me to get ready in the Brides room (I have dreamed about getting ready in that room since I went through a temple open house when I was four. It's beautiful. God loves His daughters.) Before the sealing, I got to be with Scott for a little bit. He was pretty anxious, but also excited. I felt very peaceful, beautiful and happy.

The sealer (the man that was going to marry us) came by and talked to us a little before we went into the room. He is in my home ward and I have known him for years. The cool thing is, he looks and sounds like Scott's Grandpa Gaisford.

We walked into the room-it is beautiful. It was so comforting to see some of our close family/friends there to support us. Our dads both looked so comfortable and laid back, as if their kids get married everyday. I love them both so much-they are so hardworking and have passed on so much knowledge to Scott and I. Our moms looked lovely and teary, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for both of them. My mother is so loving and kind and will do anything to help me to be happy and get what I want in life. She sacrifices so much for our family. I am so grateful to Scott's mom for the way she raised Scott and the example she is to me. He is such a good person. I love him. The sealing was so beautiful, intimate and sweet. I loved it. I remember feeling that what I am doing is very serious. And it really is. I am so grateful for the time I had to prepare myself for this. I'm so glad that I get to be stuck with Scott forever.

The Reception: A PARTY! I loved it all! It came together beautifully thanks to so many friends and my amazing family. For reception pics, check out my FB.

People have said that their wedding day was "the best day of their life, etc" and I didn't really believe them until I got married. It is the best day of my life and I remember being so so happy after we were sealed forever. Man, I love that guy. And I think he really loves me too.