Sunday Traditions

I feel like I've already put on the "marriage 15," which is like the freshman 15, but occurs during your first year of marriage instead of first year of college. I know why it happens-as the bride, you spend MONTHS dieting so you'll be able to fit in your dress. Once I slipped it on and heard it zip on my wedding day, I had one thought in my mind {besides the one about being in awe of marrying my best friend that day}: I CAN EAT ANYTHING I WANT!

There are many things my hubby and I have in common-we love Jesus, we love sports {mostly the KY Wildcats}, we love music, and we love food. Towards the end of February, we began one of our first traditions by picking up Jet's pizza on Sunday afternoons on our way home from church as we prepared to watch our beloved Wildcats. You see, Jet's pizza is closer to our church than it is to our house, so we justify it by the "well, since we're already over here" mentality. Now basketball season is over {WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS} but our need for a large deep dish pepperoni pizza has yet to fade. This cannot be good. Not only is swim suit season upon us, but I'll soon be getting to put my wedding dress back on for a "trash the dress" session with our fab photographers {more to come on that later}. Something has to give, besides our waist size so we've designated Sunday as our cheat day and we're getting back to eating healthier throughout the week.

Speaking of our love of Jesus {rough transition, I know}, we just began a new series at our church called "Shaped," focusing on 1 Corinithians 12 and our spiritual gifts. Last week our senior pastor, Jon Weece, spoke about finding your sweet spot. It has really stuck with me this past week. Take a look: http://www.southlandchristian.org/series/shaped/use-your-you-niqueness/

Have a blessed week.
-B.S.

It's Officially Official

Who knew getting married could be so hard? Don't get me wrong, I am LOVING the married part....but the changing names, documents, addresses, not so much. I would forget my head if it wasn't attached so remembering to get everything changed, not to mention bringing all the appropriate documents to do so has not been my strong suit. Case in point: I rushed out of school on Friday to get to the DMV before it closed so that I could change my name and address on my driver's license. My first fail: not bringing cash with me {who accepts cash anymore, anyways?}. I politely left, ran to the ATM, grabbed some cash, and made it back to the DMV only to find out they needed my original marriage certificate...my newly updated Social Security Card was not enough, so back to the DMV I went today. IT WAS A SUCCESS! I had all my documents-the lovely man at the counter kept asking do you have this? do you have that? etc. and to everything I was able to say YES! I almost felt like he was trying to find the one document I left behind. Boo-Yah! So, now it is officially official. My new name is Bethany {Bargo} Smith, keeping my maiden name as my middle name. Now, to change all the things I could only update after I changed my Social Security card and driver's license.

I hope you had a lovely weekend. I sure did. My mom, hubby, and I did some landscaping and outside decorating. It is one of my favorite things to do. Enjoy the picture of the finished project!

Much love-

B.S.

Monday After Spring Break Blues

This is a year of many firsts for me....teaching, being a wife, owning a home, throwing a baby shower for my first close friend to have a baby. You know, all the things that really make you feel old.

I just experienced my first Spring Break as a teacher and I must say it was all that I hoped for and more! In fact, it was just the little glimpse into Summer Break I needed to get through the next 31 days of school {but who's counting?}. Tonight my husband {still weird to say} and I spent the last few minutes of daylight playing in our freshly mowed backyard with our beloved Molly {a black lab} and that was just the glimpse I needed into our future as a family to make my heart almost explode and thus get me over the Monday after Spring Break blues.

Little moments. I love those little moments.