The First Week

Hi guys.

So, several of you have most likely heard some of these stories already, but lest they be forgotten, I'm writing about them now.

Have a laugh.  At our expense.

It was August 11, 2012.  That's right- our wedding day.  Jered and I were driving to Peoria for a night at the Mark Twain Hotel.  (The hotel was awesome by the way.  Awesome.  Highly recommended.)

Jered and I had decided our phones would be turned off for the honeymoon, so I reached down to turn mine off and checked the flashing text message.  It was from Dad.  It read: "Jered left his wallet on the coffee table."

Let me remind you- we were halfway to Peoria.  On our wedding night.  Laugh away.

So, one U-turn and a tense drive back to Canton later, Jered picked up his wallet from the hotel where our family and friends were.  We went through the Burger King drive through and witnessed a significant improvement in our moods since we hadn't eaten much that day.  Then we headed back to Peoria.

Fast forward to the next day.  We had a lovely morning, shopping for some dressier clothes for Jered and eating a tasty lunch at Buffalo Wild Wings.  (While we were there, we discovered this awesome "sport" in the Olympics.  It was like gymnastics, but they danced and through balls around.  I don't know what it was called, but it was fascinating! Really!)

From Peoria, we took off for the apartment.  A few hours later, when we had about 15 minutes left of our drive, I jokingly asked Jered if he had his apartment keys.  His head dropped back in disbelief.

Laugh away.  Please.

I did.  I laughed.  Unbelievable.  How did this happen??  Well, let me tell you.  Jered's apartment keys were attached to Jeremy's car keys, which were either in Canton or Cissna Park.  Hahahaha.  I feel like this doesn't happen to other people.

Let's add to this story of good luck:  the land lady was in Indiana.  We had to rent a scummy, smoking hotel room in the city that cost way more than it was worth.  Jered had to drive to Jeremy and Kelly's that night to get the keys and came back to pick me up around 11:30.  Then we went to the apartment to pack our bags for the next day.

Have no fear though.  We had an amazing honeymoon.  Jered went way above and beyond what I expected.  We were checked in as "VIPs" and were welcomed with a "Happy Honeymoon" sign on our door.


We were basically beach and pool bums the whole time.  And of course Jered went searching for creatures daily. 



I went out with him a few times and he carried me out over the rocks so I wouldn't hurt my feet.  He even held my hand the whole time on the first day we went snorkeling.  He's awful sweet.


Our room was unbelievable.  We enjoyed 24 hour room service.  Jered brushed up on his Spanish.  We were basically waited on, hand and foot, all week.  The food was awesome!  I had fresh fish fillets almost every day.  Delish.  And the desserts?  Don't even get me started.


Well, in short, after a ridiculous first two days, I was treated to a wonderful vacation by my fantastic husband.  Are you tired of my gushing yet?  Too bad.  Get used to it for awhile.



"Peace and Blessin's.  Peeace and Blessin's."

Aim