Let’s jump back to September of 2012. I had been living in Wyoming for just over two years, and we were just winding down one of the hottest Cheyenne summers on record. We survived nearly triple digit temps (I say this facetiously, but here’s a fun fact: it’s NEVER been over 100° F in Cheyenne. Check it: Cheyenne Climate. So we broke down and bought a window AC unit. I say “we”, because, things were getting serious with Jesse. I was living with a boyfriend for the first time ever, which was a little bit daunting at first.
We’ve had quite the year. Make that quite the two years. Bought a(n adorable) house, built a fence all by ourselves, got engaged, worked hard, trained for and ran a half marathon (Jesse’s first, my third), completed a 72 mile mountain bike race (one half of us did, I drank beer and cheered), learned to dance, paid down debt, saved for, planned for and DIYed ALMOST all of our wedding, and successfully pulled off what we think is without a doubt THE best matrimonial celebration to exist, ever.