Silk Shirts & A Wedding

Kelly and I had only been married for a week when he had to leave me for a week long work trip. When he got home, he piled all of his dirty clothes on the floor for me to wash. The next day he is working and I decide to do the laundry. I sort the lights from the darks and wash all his clothes. That night, he is helping me fold them when he grabs one of his nice dress shirts and holds it up, then just looks at me. The shirt was silk. Silk is dry clean only. I had never owned anything silk, and since that shirt was in the pile, I just threw it in with the rest of his clothes. I felt bad because he had worn that shirt when he proposed to me, and I really liked it on him. He said something like, "well that shirt had a good run," and then we laughed about it. He called my mom and told we what I did and she apologized for not teaching me better. The truth is, while I was throwing all the clothes into the washer I held up that shirt and hesitated, wondering if it was ok to go in the washer. And then I just threw it in, thinking that he told me that all the clothes in the pile were dirty, so it must be ok. That was one of many occasions where I should have followed my first instinct. Oh well.

Fast forward to yesterday... I am rocking Quinn to sleep for the night, and Kelly is upstairs putting away laundry. He comes downstairs and holds up one of my shirts. It's all wrinkled and misshapen, I've seen a shirt like that before.

We never registered for our wedding, so we got a lot of gift cards and cash, which was awesome. So on our honeymoon, Kelly took me shopping. I got that shirt at banana republic. It was around $90. It's the nicest shirt I've ever had. Kelly picked out the color, bright yellow, a color I never would have picked for myself but when I tried it on, I loved it. I was really proud of that shirt, which sounds kind of stupid maybe, but I liked to wear it when we went to nice places. I wore it to church last Sunday, and Quinn spit up on it so I threw it in the dirty clothes. Kelly did the laundry yesterday, and didn't check the tag before throwing it in.

I wasn't mad at him when be showed me the shirt, because I had done the same thing one year ago. He walked over and threw it in the garbage can, and I asked him not to throw it away but he said it was ruined. I started crying. Which sounds really dumb and it might have had something to do with the fact that it was midnight and I had gotten less than four hours of sleep the night before, but I was so sad that my best shirt was ruined! It reminded me of our honeymoon and it meant a lot to me that Kelly wanted me to have some nice clothes. I only got to wear it a few times, since I got pregnant a month after we were married. Last Sunday was the first time I had worn it since last summer.

Anyways, Kelly gave me a hug and let me cry about it and we reminisced about our honeymoon and it was sweet. He told me that we could get it out of the trash in the morning if I wanted to and we could save it. I don't think I'll do that, but I do feel sad when I think about it.

In other news, yesterday was Kelly's cousin's wedding. We drove down to Utah for it and we had a really fun day with family. The wedding was so beautiful. I haven't been to very many weddings, and I honestly loved it.

Since Quinn was born, things have changed a little bit. I think I kind of turned into a crazy momma bear for awhile and I had a hard time letting people help me with Quinn. Even Kelly, which isn't very nice. I don't know why, but whenever someone asked to hold her, my first instinct was always to say no. At first I think I was afraid that if I let people help me, then I wouldn't be able to do it by myself when I had to. And then Kelly started working nights when she was a month old, and I was basically alone with my baby for four days straight. I learned how to survive alone, and when Kelly had his four days off, I was so afraid that he was going to mess up the routine I had with her. I felt like I needed everything to be the same or else I wouldn't sleep, and I needed sleep. I felt so consumed by
her that I felt like I didn't need anyone else, and I wasn't very nice to my poor husband. Eventually I got over that weirdness, and now I actually really like letting most people hold her and play with her.

The point in writing all of that is that being at the wedding was really nice because I got to see how in love the beautiful bride and groom were, and I was so happy for them. I also got to remember the promises that Kelly and I made to each other and to Heavenly Father, and it was so fun to think back on how far we've come and how much the future holds for us.

Here are some pictures from yesterday, unfortunately I don't have any of me in my prized silk shirt :(