A Little Cheese

This is my favorite picture. (This particular one is a picture of a picture because my scanner isn't working.)

Here is why it is my favorite: Lance and I had just walked out of the temple. The professional photographer had not yet began the photo session. My mom snapped this candid of Lance and I. We had no idea.

I think it captured perfectly the way I felt that day. I couldn't stop smiling. I couldn't stop looking at Lance and I felt as though I never wanted to let go of his hand.

See that big goofy smile of mine? Its still here-- seven years later.

Lance and I have fun together every day. Our friends tease us for our lack of PDA. Truth is, if we are holding hands, it will most likely turn into a thumb wrestling contest. If we are hugging, we are only moments away from a wrestling match. And if we are walking together, we will most likely break into a race.

I don't think a day has gone by that Lance has not made me laugh out loud. I know a day has not gone by that I have not thanked my Heavenly Father for letting me marry my best friend.

And I still can't stop smiling.