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Mr. and Mrs. Owl
I’m back. And married. Mrs. Owl has a nice ring to it. 😉 So does Mrs. Nehemiah Suko. Yep. That’s my name, and Mr. Owl’s name. He finally let me tell you all! It is the bomb. I’ll update with lots and lots of pictures soon, but I want to know: how are all of you? I’ve missed you all! follow me on: bloglovin | chictopia | facebook | twitter | pinterest | Instagram/Ink361 Preview wedding picture taken by Ivory Button Photography. Aka, the best photographer ever. Click here to see their facebook page!
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A new anniversary
On August 4, 2012, the love of my life asked me to marry him. Obviously, I said yes. I can’t wait to be this man’s wife. follow me on: bloglovin | chictopia | facebook | twitter | pinterest
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Young Love
On my mom’s side, my great-grandmother got married to my great-grandfather when she was seventeen. My grandma married my grandpa when she was eighteen, and my mom was the same age when she married my dad. So, as the only girl, being the huge romantic dreamer that I am, I always thought I would get married young. Somewhere around eighteen or nineteen. I always thought “Well, three generations before me have gotten married around that age, it’s gotta happen to me!” Right? Or not. And my great-grandma was on my grandpa’s side anyway, so technically… not the right generation line. Anyway. When eighteen came and went without a hint of…
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A Love Letter
I know I haven’t met you yet, and I may not know who you are for a long time. But I’m feeling longing tonight, so here’s a letter that you will read someday in the future. Lately, I have gotten the feeling that I may be single for a few years more. It bothered me at first; I’ve dreamed of meeting you and getting married since I was fourteen years old, and I hated the fact that maybe I’m not ready for marriage yet. I felt old. Yeah, sure, I’m only twenty-one. But my mom and my grandma both got married at eighteen, and I felt like I’m dropping the…