A Grateful Girl.

We had a really lovely weekend.

We accomplished "adult things", we ate yummy dinners, we enjoyed sunshine, we enjoyed time with each other, the pool opened, we made peanut butter cookies, we spent time with our lovely new friends, I cut Hunter's hair, we felt God's love in the temple, we got milkshakes, we planned our trip to California, we got really excited for our cruise, and in the midst of it all we grinned ear to ear as we discussed how getting married was the best decision we could have possibly ever made.

I don't know what I did to deserve the life I'm living but I was overwhelmed with gratitude for all the many blessings I have in my life as I laid my head down on my comfy pillow to fall asleep last night. 

My husband was breathing heavily beside me somewhere in dreamland, a wonderful Sunday was coming to a close, and we were ready to start a new week. 

Weekends always go by much too quickly.

I've always hated when Sundays hit around 9 o'clock. I begin dreading falling asleep because I know the next time I open my eyes, I'll have to get ready for a new week.

I was contemplating this last night. Why do I dread a new week so much?

I mean sure it's quite possibly because a carefree weekend is over, but really the week days aren't all that bad.

I like my job. A lot. Especially since a 5 week old baby just came.

(I'm in love with her. She's just so squishy.)

I really love coming home and being with my husband again.

I love cooking dinner, doing the dishes together, and just enjoying our time together. 

I came to a conclusion that

A: it's just a social norm to hate Mondays and a new week

&

B: I forget how wonderful this little life of mine is right now because there is always something more and something else to look forward to.

But last night was different.

It was the first Sunday in a while that I felt excited to see what memories this new week would bring rather than dreading it.

I was counting my blessings rather than making mental lists of what could be and what needs to be.

I felt truly happy.

There was something in the way Hunter was peacefully breathing beside me that made me reflect on these things.

I love him. I really love him.

And, I love that he is a constant reminder to me that I am living the life I dreamed of since the day I met him.

There was something in my reflection in the mirror with my apron on and a mixing bowl in my arms that made me think back to all the Sunday's I dreamed of cooking for my husband. 

There was something in our family night discussion that reminded me how perfect the gospel is and how lucky I am to have married a returned missionary.

There was something about reading my book in my lounge chair next to the pool with my husband right beside me that made me smile about our simple, yet oh so wonderful life. 

(I really didn't mean for this to sound "braggy" at all.

I'm just happy, and grateful, and in love.

And, this was the result.)

Here's to another week, and another reason to smile.

All my love,

Aleigh Joy

(Pardon the screenshots of snapchats)