Happy 1st Anniversary!

One year ago our "Grand Adventure" began. I married my best friend in the Mesa Arizona LDS temple on November 25, 2011. Marrying into the military is a lot different than a typical marriage, but oh how I am grateful for all the adventures and lessons it has taught me!

As I look over the past year, there are so many fun adventures that we have experienced.

1) Living apart for nearly 6 months...not ideal, but it sure made our reunion that much sweeter!
2) Moving to an unknown land called Alaska!
3) I graduated from Drury University with my Bachelor's in exercise physiology in May.
4) We both bought cross country skis and learned how to ski.
5) Hiked Granite Tors in August and went rock climbing and berry picking (and made homemade jam!).
6) We enjoyed driving to Anchorage 3 times to spend time with my Aunt and Uncle and cousins. How grateful I am to have family in Alaska!!
7) Attending the Temple with my sweetheart. Those have been special moments in our marriage, and I am happy we have a temple we can drive to, even if it is 7 hours away.
8) Running in a handful of 5k races together this past summer. I am so happy that we are able to push each other to do our very best!
9) Going 4 wheeling through mud and water to go see a glacier over Labor Day.

The skies were crystal clear on our 1st anniversary.

This was the best anniversary gift ever--

a perfect view of Denali!

I married a pretty amazing man, and I hope and pray that I will always be able to show him how much I love him!

To my sweetheart,
Thank you for always being my greatest support and Thank you for the many fun adventures we have had this past year. And thank you for still opening the door for me and for still holding my hand!

"Anyone can be passionate, but it takes true love to be silly."

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