January first

The first of January is an important day. It's the first day of the year. It's a day to look back on where you have come from and ponder where you are going. It's a day to set "resolutions". It's a time to spend with family and friends who are dear to you. In my family, it's traditionally a day to eat fondue (yum!). Two years ago, January first took on a whole new meaning for me. Two years ago, Bluejay proposed! As a surprise, he took me out to the VERY FROZEN lake by my parents home. He told me we were going ice fishing. He lied. But lies are okay when you are proposing! Instead, he has a table set up with candles and wine glasses and we had a lovely meal on the ice. I had no idea what was coming. I thought he was just being sweet and romantic. Then he set up the camera to capture the "momentous occasion" of my first ice fishing experience. He got down in the snow to show me the different hooks and such in his tackle box. All of the sudden, I heard him say that he had a special hook to catch the catch of his life! And kneeling in the snow on January 1, 2008, Bluejay asked me to be his wife and I couldn't wait to say "YES!" I was so excited, I shouted to the ice fishing houses nearby, "We're getting married!". To answer your question, no, we didn't actually go fishing. For one reason, it was -15 degrees! And for another, I had plenty of ice on my finger to show off!

Each January first, Bluejay and I return to the "scene of the crime" and take pictures out on the lake. It's a fun way to remember how far we've come and how blessed we are. Bluejay- I love you so much. Lord willing, I hope to spend decades more together! You are my best friend, my missing puzzle piece, and my love. Thank you for being the best husband that I could ever hope for! XOXOX

Before the proposal. Notice my confused look and cold hands! I couldn't figure out why Bluejay INSISTED that I take off my gloves while he showed me the hooks.

But it turned out ok. I forgot my cold hands because I was ENGAGED!

January 1, 2010! Two years later: