Well, well, well. How are my fellow mug huggers and caffeine chuggers? I hear my gorgeous Kristen has spilled the beans for me. Yes, today it has been one year since I married my high school sweetheart, Jaymes. Let me tell you, while we’ve known each other for 10 years, 1 month, and 5 days, we haven’t been together for all that time. (Before you look at me sideways, I am the weirdo that remembers the exact date we met.) There’s a limit to what I will share with you, but what I will say is this is our third, and hopefully, final go around at this whole being together thing.
While I’m not advocating everyone go get back with their ex, Jaymes is the love of my life and no matter what I did everything always brought me back to him. I know, I know. That sounds like some cheesy line in a pop song or a romance novel, but it’s true. No part of that was easy though. The thing I’ve learned from my first year of marriage is simple: Talk It Out. That thing you don’t want to be vulnerable about, or are too scared to say, talk about it. That fight you are having or feelings you are stewing with, talk about it.
As is tradition, we took our wedding cake out of the freezer and tried it. Honestly, it was surprisingly delicious. It was so beautiful we didn’t want to eat it. Once we started we became barbarians eating with our hands, but that pretty much sums up our marriage.
On my lips: Twisted Kisses, Kiss Me Twice because it’s my favorite
In my husband’s Batman mug: Celestial Seasonings “Sleepytime Extra” with honey