For better or for worse

I swear, since Taylor popped the question, we've fallen apart. Our relationship is as strong as ever, but physically, we've been a bucket of bolts. The dynamic duo we are not at the moment.

I think it was the weekend after our engagement when we went mountain biking with our buddy Dan. I had quite the wipe-out at the very end of the ride, resulting in a bruised shoulder, bruised ribs, and a bruised ego, among other things.

Then, Taylor got the flu pretty bad, during the hottest week of the year. So random and sad.

I had a weird skin reaction, which sent me to urgent care and back to the doc. Many meds later, and I'm on the mend.

See what I mean? Just a series of unfortunate events, or something like that.

But. It didn't really end there. I just got laid off from my job Friday. Total heartbreak.

It's during these times, I'm so glad I've got strong faith and a seriously caring boyfriend. I mean fiancé...my future husband. Whatever we shall call him. He's the man. I'm so thankful. When people ask me how Taylor's doing, I always reply with something along the lines of, "Well. He's great. He's constant." Taylor's always Steady Eddie. Such a rock. His patience and resilience are remarkable and truly complementary to my lack of patience and moments of wimpy-ness.

Taylor, this post is for you. You're my best!

Bet you wonder where I found this lost photo?! Redneck Christmas party 2011, baby!