Today, Chris and I are celebrating one successful year of marriage! We made it! J Time has flown by and yet, it feels like we’ve been married for a lot longer than a year. I love how comfortable our marriage feels and how well we fit into each other’s lives. Chris has been the best husband a girl could ask for. He’s kind, loving, forgiving and easy going. I have loved spending this year with him!
Chris also planned a wonderful anniversary for us. It started with a return to one of the memorable places from our wedding – La Caille. We took our formal wedding pictures in La Caille’s gardens and the pictures turned out beautiful! This year, we went back to try the food. J It was delicious. I think one of my favorite parts of the dinner was the house hor d’eovre they served us - smoked pork with a slice of parmesan cheese and microgreens. Delectable! We shared an appetizer of duck confit, a French onion soup, and for an entrée Chris braved the halibut while I played it safe with the chicken. Chris and I are not seafood fans, but we are trying to get out of the box. And to be honest, Chris’s halibut was a lot better than my chicken. I think I won’t be such a wuss next time!
Next, Chris drove us up to Midway where he had reserved a room for us at Johnson’s Mill, Midway’s famous bed and breakfast. Chris actually booked the room a year ago, before we were even married. This place fills up fast! The bed and breakfast is an old house nestled in the mountains and adjoining a small pond. Chris booked the honeymoon suite and it was gorgeous! The hotel had even spread rose petals before we arrived. I was in love!
After I was done oogling over the hotel room, we decided to catch the local rodeo and carnival that was going on down the street. We caught the last of the bull riding and enjoyed their great display of fireworks. Teenagers were everywhere and the air permeated with the youthful sense of freedom they enjoyed. It brought me back to my high school days and made Chris and I believe we could handle anything those teenagers could. With our borrowed nonchalance, we decided to buy some carnival tickets and brave all those spinning carnivals rides – the Gravitron, the Tornado, the Zipper, you name it. We thought we could take them all! However, at the end of the night, we discovered we were not quite as young as we used to be. Both of us were ready to hurl as we staggered off the last ride and found a bench where we could sit and calm our stomachs.
We went home shortly thereafter, not daring to try anything else. We did, however, want to walk around the grounds at Johnson’s Mill before we set in for the night. We walked to the back, over a river, past the mill, and onto the gazebo in the middle of the lake. We sat for a minute, enjoying the night air. However, my stomach was still not feeling well, so I said we should go back to our room. I promptly set across the dock to dry land, hurrying as I wasn’t sure how much walking my stomach could handle. When I got to the other side I realized Chris was not with me. I turned around to see where he was. And I saw him, still in the gazebo, down on one knee. Realizing I had messed up the moment (again) I ran back to him. He had a ring box and inside was a delicate wedding band that matched my ring. (We hadn’t gotten one when we were first married, because the ring didn’t come with one. Chris had this specially made. He had taken my ring down for “cleaning,” during which one of my pave diamonds “fell out”. Chris even had the jewelry store call me to reassure me that they were resetting the diamond and my ring would be ready in a week or two. Man they had me fooled! I had no idea Chris was doing something like this.) On his knee, Chris asked me to marry him again. I, of course, said yes. It was very sweet and I love my new band! 
The next morning we explored the Olympic Park in Park City. We watched skiers practicing their jumps into swimming pools. I have never seen that before and it was awesome. They do some cool tricks. We also took a ride down the Alpine Slide. For some reason, I was nervous as we were riding the ski lift up to the top. However, once I found myself on that small scooter, I was ready to roll! Chris had a slight problem with his. He got about 20 feet down the slide and found that his scooter simply wouldn’t slide. I saw him carrying his scooter, slowly walking back up the hill. J Luckily, they gave him a new scooter, told him about the secret “sweet spot” and he was able to have a nice run!
It was a wonderful anniversary and the best part was being able to spend it with Christopher. He is my best friend and I’m grateful we’ve chosen to spend our lives together!
