MRS. DR.

During the next two months, my fiance is studying for and taking the MCAT, prepping for school applications, working at a pharmacy, being a stressed, successful student and getting married.  I am thrilled to be marrying Greg-- he is more than I could have ever asked for.  I could go on and on about him, trust me.  I am immensely proud of his ambitions and all that he has accomplished.  But, this weekend it hit me: he really is going to be a doctor someday

It didn't hit me like, "Yay! We will have a great salary and I can drive my white Range Rover!" 

It hit me like, "Oh, crap! Med school. Oh, crap." 

Greg and I watched a documentary (read more here) over the weekend that really opened my eyes to the experiences that await us.  I  a m  t e r r i f i e d.  We watched a few doctors throughout 21 years of their schooling, residencies, and careers.  We watched emotionally-drained students, under-compensated interns, struggling and failing marriages.  I don't now where he'll get accepted.  I don't know if we will be close to family.  I don't know how I will hold it together for my overworked husband. I don't know how we are going to do it, but I know we can. 

I know we can.  Greg is passionate about medicine and I know he will thrive in medical school.  I believe in him and anything he wants to take on.  I am not so sure that I will thrive while he's in medical school, but I'll cross that bridge when we come to it.  I want to be supportive and encouraging, but I love to worry.  I'm worried what strain this change will cause on my new marriage, but I know we can make it. 

It's an indescribable feeling knowing that I've found that man I want to take risks with.  I love that we are going to take risks together.  I may be scared out of my mind, but we are going to shoot for the moon together.  

(cascio photography)

WHAT I WON'T MISS

Today was a pretty lazy Sunday, but fulfilling. Fulfilling because I wrote some thank you notes, grilled-up some apple-cinnamon French toast, took a nap, and kissed this boy a lot:

  Look at him study his little heart out.

As I sit over here next to Mr. Genius, I can't believe that in sixty days (60 guys, SIXTY!!!) I get to marry him.  In 60 days I get to have the best roommate one could ever ask for. In 60 days we get to have our own place. OURS. 

There are quite a few things I'm looking forward to when I move into OUR place, but these are things I won't miss.

I won't miss hair from girls in the shower drain. After four years of pleading, people just don't get it. Grab some TP, wipe, throw-away. End of story. 

I certainly won't miss dried pancake batter on my electric burners and counters. 

I won't miss raw beef or chicken slapped straight onto the microwave plate.

NEVER will I miss walking into the bathroom after someone has showered without creating a seal with the shower curtain. Can you say "flood?"

I won't miss the battle of those mystery dishes. They aren't mine, but they have been there for days and I hate them sitting there. Should I just do them? No, they'll never learn. Just do them! They aren't mine.

I won't miss living under those party-every-Monday neighbors.

Can't say that I'll miss that hair all over the sink, either. 

I won't miss battling for some alone time to just chat and unwind with my sweetheart.  

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I'm sure in time living with a man will have it's downs, but I'm pretty stoked.  If anyone has advice for living with one, I'll take whatever you've got.

L.A. BOUND

Spring break is here. Praise the Lord! I boarded a plane on Saturday to visit my adorable friend... I am so glad to get out of the Logan, Utah weather. How long and awful was our winter? Longer and more awful than words can say.

I'll be spending the next few days running on the beach, soaking up the sun & working on my tan, eating at some of my favorite places, and not worrying about school for a second.

This is the last time that Greg and I are away from each other. Really away.

Greg's in Haiti.

Yup.

He's just this awesome humanitarian who likes to spend his breaks from school serving at a medical clinic on a mountain in Haiti. I hope he doesn't catch malaria or TB. Cross your fingers for him...

When our break is over, we'll be getting married in less than 70 days. I am so excited and nervous, all at the same time.

SEVEN WEEKS

I typed this post up last week...

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This semester might just be the death of me.  It’s my last semester of classes—all I need to do is make it through the next 7 weeks.  All I need to do if make it through the next 7 weeks of 21 credit hours and planning a wedding.

I woke up this morning in a panic because I had a dream that my wedding day had come, and NOTHING was ready.

I was trying to get a hold of the shop where my dress was because I hadn’t even picked it up yet.  My flowers weren't delivered.  My photographer was nowhere to be found.  Greg was mad that I wasn’t ready because he thought I was putting off our wedding.

Thank goodness it was only a dream.

I truly have no idea how I am surviving this semester.  It probably has something to do with all the praying and Crystal Light Energy.  Oh, and that adorable guy I’m marrying.  I never even dreamed of someone as wonderful as he is. He and I just applied for married housing… I’m pretty excited to be his roommateJ.

I just wanted to check in and say “hey.”

So, hey.

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Greg & I are got our engagement photos taken this past weekend, so stay tuned…I am so excited for what our cute photographer snapped!

FOURTEEN DAYS OF LOVE

Valentine's Day is my favorite holiday of the year.  I know that most people say it's some commercialized joke, but I love it.  I love all the pink and red, I love all candy, I love giving little gifts to family and friends, I LOVE conversation hearts, and I love all the romance. It's just a cute holiday. 

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My sweet friend, Catherine is having her 2nd annual Fourteen Days of Love series and I am honored to be featured today.  Jump on over to read my take on the word love. There are a couple posts everyday from some adorable ladies, so be sure to check them out.