thanksgiving, of the blissed out sort

As I've mentioned before, Christian and I met our freshman year at BYU.

Through the years of our friendship, brief dating, all the mission letters, my family was WELL aware who he was before meeting him.

(Let's be real, I've never been one to keep my feelings for someone a secret... especially where my family is concerned!)

Well, when he got home last summer and we started dating FOR REAL, I knew he was going to have to meet my family eventually. 

Queue Thanksgiving. 

the one picture we took ha!

My family was living in Arizona at the time, so our trip was just a 12 hour drive south.

By this point, Christian and I were head over heels for each other and I knew he was going to have

"the talk" with my dad while we were there

*Squeeeeee*

Poor Christian was so nervous! 

And admittedly the first few days at home were ROUGH.

Fitting in with a new family in a high stakes situation certainly isn't easy. 

Thankfully the trip came and went, he had a nice long discussion with my dad, and I learned a few amazing things:

Seeing Christian mesh with my family made me fall even more in love with him than I could have imagined.

(I used to think phrases like that were SO cliche... and they are. But they're cliche for a reason...)

And knowing that he loved me enough to ask my dad if he could marry me was just unbelievable.

Let's just say our drive back to Utah was one filled with lots of hand-holding, cheek smooches and MEGA mushy discussion. Honestly, my heart had NEVER been so full.

Full of love and admiration.

Full of happiness. 

And mostly full of "HOLYCRAPICAN'TBELIEVETHISISHAPPENINGIMGETTINGMARRIEDWEEE"

So basically this time of year holds a special place in my heart. 

A proverbial "beginning of the rest of my life" 

With my one and only darling dearest sweetie sweetest sugar plum toes!

And so, to quote my favorite movie EVER....

Happy Thanksgiving, back!