A weekend as a married...

This weekend was jam packed with goodness.
Friday night Matt taught me the basics of racquetball. The gym we go to has courts for free and I know he likes to play and I've always been curious.
I warned him ahead of time that I would scream a lot, flail a lot, and I could promise my flailing is not attractive. Once he was thusly warned we made our way.
I was terrible. TERRIBLE. Matt was a great teacher and really took it easy on me. We played one game (21-2) and then we just spent some time hitting the ball around so I could get used to reading it and what not. Then we played a game to 11 (11-1) where I actually did do much better, but I still suck pretty heavily. All in all, it was so much fun and I am looking forward to going again.
Then we grabbed some dinner and met up with our friends Ben and Breann and saw The Edge of Tomorrow.
Ok, as a married I have gotten used to going to bed at 9:30 (10 at the very latest) The movie started at 10:30 and I knew I was in trouble. I really liked it, I thought it was really entertaining and I was really getting into it. So I was disappointed to wake up and realize it was over. I had Matt explain the ending to me the next day.
Saturday we woke up and cleaned the apartment (Matt cleaned the apartment, I threw some clothes in the drier and watched The Office while eating otter-pops) then we had to go shopping. We are doing family pictures when we are in Utah next weekend and I needed a new shirt. I am the kind of girl that ONLY goes shopping when I need something. I find that one thing and am in and out. I don't like department stores, malls give me anxiety and I don't like spending money on clothes. We went to the mall and I was on a mission. I found a shirt at Dillard's, $40. $40 for a shirt??? I really liked it but said, "Let's go to Express, I have a gift card there and if I don't find anything there we can come back" To which Matt replied, "You know, sometimes you can buy things just because you like them. They don't all have to serve a purpose." I just said, "I know I know, let's come back" So we went to Express and I picked out a lot of stuff I liked, BUT none that really worked for the picture. Again he said, "Just get it... you can just have new clothes, you don't have to just get a shirt for the picture." I had a $100 gift card we had gotten from a friend I work with and he said I could use that and the Express GC. I said, "But that was for our wedding, we should use it on something for us." To which he replied, "PLEASE, JUST BUY SOMETHING FOR YOURSELF." Then he said, "I'm probably the only husband that has to talk his wife into buying clothes as opposed to stopping her." So we bought me some new stuff. None of which work for the family picture.
Then we came back to the apartment and Breann came over and we hung out by the pool for a while. Then Matt and I went back out and got lots of stuff for the apartment with our various wedding gift cards (getting married is awesome) did some grocery shopping and came back and got our apartment more settled. It's so nice to have stuff. Our place is really coming together and it's really starting to feel like a home. Thanks to so many generous people for helping us make it so.
That night we grabbed some dinner and decided to see the Fault In Our Stars. I had just read the book (didn't love it, I think it's because it was an audio book and I hated the narrator). I wanted to see the movie and knew I'd like it more, plus Ben and Breann just saw it and gave it a raving review (Read Ben's version on their blog here... so funny).
We made a bet walking into the movie, I bet that I wouldn't cry. I've been known to be cold hearted in movies. He, of course, bet that I would.
I held pretty strong during the movie, only tearing up, though I'll admit, had we not made the bet, I'm sure I would have cried rill good. It was a very emotional movie, but that's not why I was crying. I was crying because I was overcome with love for my husband. This movie is a love story and as a single girl I would watch these movies and cry because I didn't have it. This time I was crying because I did.
When we walked out of the movie, I said, "Does it count if no tears fall?" He said, "If you have to wipe any tears, you lost" I didn't, no tears fell.
We walked out of the theater and Matt says, "This was the spot we first talked." He was right, the first night we really met was at a movie, at that theater and neither of us have been back since. We stopped in the exact spot that changed our lives. He was being so sweet and I knew if he continued I'd lose it.
He told me he loved me and gave me a big hug... I lost it. I started crying and was thinking, "CRAP! There goes the bet." I was embarrassed to be crying outside of the theater, so I kept hugging him trying to compose myself... not realizing how long we were actually hugging. Then he says, "Are you crying right now?" Not being able to talk I just shook my head. He chuckled and held me tighter. I lost the bet.
The next day we went to our ward, for the second time. We could see people making eyes at us. People of authority. We know what that means. We will soon be put to work. Matt already got two calls from the missionaries last week to go out with them. We saw a man look at us and decided (just for that day at least) to avoid him. I got a text from Matt while I was in Relief Society "I couldn't avoid him. I'm speaking in Sacrament on June 29th." My response, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" and then "Just you right?"
I am really excited about our new ward, but man, I have been in the single's ward for 12 years. The family ward is like a whole new world. Trying to readjust is going to be interesting.
After church Matt put together our shower rack and a shoe rack for me, while I baked some chocolate chip cookies (which were amazing, first time in MY LIFE that I have made a good batch, Matt says that it's because for the first time they were made with love)
Then Matt took a nap and we went to his parent's house for dinner (again).
We came home and were asleep by 10. I gotta say, Married life is fantastic, this was a fantastic weekend and I loved every minute of it.
I remember having a conversation with my Aunt Robyn about 5 years ago. I told her I could see myself being single forever. I could see me owning my own place and taking my nieces and nephews on tour with me in the summers (I was for sure going to be a traveling singer). I told her I think I could be perfectly happy with that life.
She said, "Some people can. Some people can find satisfaction being single and making a life for themselves. You are not one of those people. You need to be a wife. You need that to be fully happy." Even as she said it, I knew she was right, but I didn't know what she really meant until now, and I'm sure I'll understand even better when I'm a mother. For now though, being a wife has brought me a sense of fulfillment I didn't know was possible. It has brought me happiness I didn't know existed. I couldn't have known true happiness without being a wife.
Pretty great weekend.

He learned quickly.... crap

So Matt has learned quickly that I scare very easily. I am a very jumpy person. The reason being, I LOVE LOVE to scare people. I think it is about the funniest thing EVER. (Michelle, Lauren... Audrey... you know what I'm talkin about) Because I love scaring people so much I'm always expecting to be scared. I'm expecting someone to jump from every corner because, well, it's what I would do.

Yesterday I got home from work and noticed Matt was in the bathroom, I went into the kitchen and started getting dinner ready and did not hear him exit the bathroom. I turned around and he was there and I jumped real good.

Later that night I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth and he jumped in behind me and scared me. He finds this hilarious and I'm experiencing Karma.

The other night Matt and I were falling asleep facing each other and I started chuckling, remembering a story my brother Justin told me:
Everyone once in a while as he and Maria are going to sleep he'll get really close to her face and open his eyes really wide and stare at her, and wait for her to open her eyes and just scare the daylights out of her. He has never actually accomplished this because he'll be doing that and then he'll start thinking, "What if she opened her eyes RIGHT now really fast... that would be scary... " and then he'll freak himself out so bad that he can't do it any more.
So funny... so, I tell Matt this story and we go to bed.

Last night, we are falling asleep and he was being oh so sweet to me, so I start stroking his face and head as we are facing each other, drifting off into a blissful wedded sleep. At one point I open my eyes, and he is RIGHT next to my face all wide eyed, I jump back and shout and my gosh did he laugh. I just had to cover my face and not look at him. It was fa-reaky. Why do I tell him these things? Why do I give him ammo?

I deserve this, I know I do. Michelle, Lauren and Audrey, I'm getting paid back.