Last weekend we celebrated our one-year wedding anniversary – it was a week early, but this coming weekend we have a gender reveal party for my sister’s first baby, and we just couldn’t bear to miss it. So we bumped it up a week and had ourselves a glorious time.
We spent Sunday night at the Omni, the same hotel we stayed in on our wedding night. In typical fashion, Mr. Right sweet-talked the hotel into upgrading us to a suite, complete with two bathrooms, a huge living room and a gorgeous view of Fort Worth.
We got gussied up and treated ourselves to a fancy dinner at Texas de Brazil (we even snagged a coupon that let us save a little cash). Other than that, we did absolutely nothing. We mostly reminisced about our first year of marriage – it was such a challenging one, but filled with such sweet moments (and so many laugh out loud, pee in my pants funny memories) that we relived again together. In typical Bethe fashion I cried through most of our reminiscing, because (a) I’m a girl and (b) I tend to get overwhelmed with gratitude when I think back to all the miracles God worked in our life over the past year – the dozens of answered prayers, the moments of celebration, the tender moments between just the two of us… and the other times when I felt extreme sadness, and yet my sweet husband was there to walk alongside me.
And then there was breakfast. Is there any greater luxury than ordering room service in a hotel? We ordered room service for breakfast, and I got to enjoy a giant stack of pancakes without having to change out of my pajamas. It made me feel like a princess (it doesn’t take much, does it?). Then we climbed back in bed and spent the whole morning watching movies. It was peaceful and relaxing and I loved every minute of it.
We spent the afternoon shopping and eating lunch at our favorite Fort Worth spot (Zoe’s), and I snagged the cutest red ruffled dress at a local boutique. And then we drove home, took another long nap, and spent the evening watching more movies.
It was the perfect end to a great Christmas vacation, and I feel recharged and ready to face the world.
To those of you who prayed for us this year, I want to say a whole-hearted THANK YOU. Trust me when I say that Mr. Right and I logged many, many hours on our knees in 2011. Please don’t stop on year two!