three six five

Three hundred sixty five days of being married to my very best friend in the whole universe. I wouldn't trade a moment of that for anything.

It's been super, so we deserved a super weekend away to celebrate. I loved every minute of it.

(To answer your question Suzy, I live an hour away from the Beartooths.)

Montana is major flooding. This is Rock Creek. It's suppose to be a "rocky creek." It's white capped and over 6 feet deep. Insane. I was so peeved I couldn't walk in it.

"You can tell it's an aspen cause of the way it is."

Little elk friends we almost hit. Sorry elks!

Super sketched out by our year old freezer burned cake. Disgusting.

But I was a sneaky snaaaaake and had one made for us. Also, we are so funny.

Dressed up for dinner slash Evan making fun of me.

Entire mountain chain named after one tiny peak you cannot even see in this picture.

Twenty plus foot glacier drifts along the highway. Evan would not let me out. It was like jail.

It was the best, most relaxing weekend I could have asked for. The weather was perfect, the food was amazing, and I got to spend the entire weekend with my love and I only had to share him with USA soccer for a little bit. We shopped for almost two whole minutes until Evan got bored and we almost broke a forty dollar pottery cup (coincidentally the funniest moment of my life. I'm inappropriate.), we ate ice cream and homemade turtles and I died dead from a sugar high, we ate old wedding cake and new wedding cake, I had the best prime rib I've ever had in my whole life (and I'm 23 and I loveeee prime rib.), we took a neature walk and saw some pretty sweet neature, we even went to a neature center on the way back and saw all sorts of biting goats & mountain cougars & bears, and we drove to the top of the mountains and gasped at how pretty Montana is. Oh, and I wanted to puke from how high up we were. Not because of the altitude but apparently I'm afraid of heights. This was me: "Omg. We are so high up. Look how far down that is. That makes me want to puke." Over and over and over and over again.

I could not have planned a more perfect weekend. We took almost 400 pictures so you're welcome for slimming them down and not clogging up your internet.

I love you EPC.