It's been two years since Dallin and I got hitched. Two full years of inside jokes, pillow talk, and pure marital bliss.
This past week has been extremely busy and so I thought that Dallin had completely forgotten our anniversary. I was expecting dinner and a movie, and that was going to be great. He has also been feeling pretty sick the last week so I was just hoping to get to spend some time with him.
But that son of a gun is a hopeless romantic and surprised me with a fancy dinner and a night in Salt Lake. He also revamped an old Life game with tile pieces from events in our own lives.
And finally... The last tile on the game...
Everyone. We are going to Texas. Dallin has been offered and has accepted a position in Midland, Texas. And he will be moving there within the next few weeks. Without me.
I only have one more semester before I graduate from USU, so we have decided that I should wait to move to Texas so that I can get my degree.
So, this week we packed up our itty, bitty living space,
And moved it all back home to Tremonton, where we will both be, until we separately move to the Lone Star State.
We even packed up and moved Herbert.
He's adjusting well.
I, on the other hand, am starting to dread my soon-to-be long distance relationship. It's a good thing though. Everything has fallen into place, and both Dallin and I feel good about this decision. And as my wise and lovely friend Chip says, "Good things aren't always easy."
These next few months are going to be rough, but as this door closes, another, Texas sized door is opening. So, with a lot of faith that this is what we should be doing, we are going.
Wish us luck.
