I’ve got that elephant’s memory when it comes to nearly dying

It was hard to see through the billowing smoke, and the sirens and screaming made it hard to think clearly.  Panic and terror pursued my tender heart as I realized that Jeremy would most likely never let me cook again.  I couldn't believe that I let it get to this.  First the melted plastic spoon, then the melted plastic crock-pot handle, now this?!  I must really be letting myself go, or being with 35 eight- and nine-year-olds really is sending me to the nuthouse.
Okay, it wasn't really that bad, but it felt like it at the time.  I had just finished cooking dinner (I was in a bit of a rush because my Presidency meeting was coming quickly upon me), and we sat down to eat.  The meal was delicious, if I do say so myself.  Jeremy went to the other room to check his phone because he had heard an alert.  I was sitting at the dinner table, praising myself for whipping together such a lovely meal when I smelled it.  I caught the terrible whiff of something burning.  What could it be? I thought, The food is on the stove, and I turned off the oven.  I quickly turned around and saw my favorite grey pot holder smoking!  "Not again..." I moaned.  Jeremy quickly asked me what happened.  He dashed into the room, and said, "It smells like something is burning!"  Come to find out, I forgot to turn off one of the burners that was keeping the sauce warm, and later had set the pot holder on it.  This was the end result:

On a happier note, yesterday was Jeremy's birthday.  He's a whopping 27 years old!  We're thinking of getting him a hearing aide (aid?) next week.  To celebrate we had my former roommates, one of his former roommates, and a coworker of his come over Friday night for games.  On Sunday his siblings came over for dinner, and last night we went to dinner to Sam Hawks --where we went on our first date almost exactly a year ago (awe...).  It was a lot of fun to go back.  That place is delicious.  If you like Korean food, I highly suggest that you check it out.

**And for all of you smartypants out there that are thinking Nicole will eat Korean food? The answer is yes, so ha!

Dude, if you keep nagging me, I’m going to have to buy you a ring.

Alright, I am going to warn you right now that I am going to brag about our reception. I feel justified in this because I did about 20% of the preparations, and I feel I wouldn't do justice to the work my parents and sisters did if I didn't brag. I'm telling you what, they should open their own wedding planning company. They would make millions! From the bouquet and  boutineer, to the lights everywhere (including all the mason jar lanterns that my mom created), to the gorgeous gazebo with custom-sewn curtains, to the perfectly crafted tablecloths and centerpieces, to the beautifully decorated entry way, and the awesome old projector hooked up by the hidden computer to get the full rustic feel. That's just naming a few things that happened to make our special night simply magical. Here are some pictures from our reception that do not give it nearly enough credit:

You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.

We finally made it to our wedding day! Being engaged feels like it lasts forever! We were so blessed to share our special day with so many loving and supportive people. The weather was perfect, the sealing was amazing, and the luncheon food was spectacular! We couldn't have asked for a better day, or better company. Here's some pictures:

I’m going to be unemployed. A very attractive asset on the dating scene. You know, we have our own little section at Match.com.

After having to get the ring fixed twice, we had it ready to go just in time for bridals. We love how our bridals turned out! We got them done by Hayley Bradshaw down in St. George. Her website is hayleybradshaw.com if you like her stuff and want more info. She was amazing! She was so easy going and accommodating. Also, I should give a shout out to my sister Whit for doing my hair, and my mom for letting me borrow her chair. Anyway, enough chit-chat. Here are the goods: