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Addicted to Love

Hey friends! I hope all is going well with you. Life lately has been so wonderful yet challenging at the same time. I continue to learn things everyday and grow closer to my husband. Marriage is a never ending lesson, however; I love learning how to be a better wife, learning how to communicate effectively, and most importantly increase the love that I have for others.

I hate to admit this but I am a huge sap for romance. Valentine's Day, one of my least favorite holidays,  has made me strive to show that same kind of love that is advertised everyday. So I am challenging myself to make everyday like Valentine's Day. I love watching chick flicks, crying at cute things, and of course love eating chocolate. I believe that Valentine's Day is overrated with expensive flowers, candy, dates etc.... but I also am guilty of trying to make a day full of cheesy yet sentimental things. This year was our first Valentine's Day as Mr. and Mrs. Shiveley. It was quite wonderful! The week prior to V-day had been really hard on Spencer and I. We were both so busy. I was sick all week, I still had to work, and be a wife. Spencer was working long shifts, getting over a cold, and stayed up at school after class to make sure that he was all caught up. It was (and still is) hard on the both of us. We really needed some time together, and not just watching The Big Bang together. I had been planning all week on how we could spend our weekend together. I love the weekends the most, not only because I can sleep in, but because I can see my husband for more than the minutes before we leave for the day, and hour or two before bed. Anyway, I had been planning on making my husband's favorite breakfast, Kneader's French Toast. The recipe can be found HERE. I had slowly bought things for this breakfast, that I hope would turn out as good as it smelled. I bought the bread from Kneader's the night before and found a recipe from the Six Sister's that was super easy to follow. Breakfast turned out better than I had hoped, and Spence loved it! It was budget friendly and made our bellies full. I decorated the breakfast with cute little signs from HERE.Thanks to Pinterest, I found out what I was going to give for a gift. I made "Love coupons" which were a hit, and filled a brown paper bag with a few of his favorite things. Later on we went rock climbing, which always is a hit because it reminds us about our first date we had. We spent the remainder of the day together, with my family. We ended our day with the couples game at Walmart. A quadruple date with my sisters and their husbands. I was quite pleased on how our day turned out.

I love finding new recipes and making Spencer try them. Luckily most of them have been keepers. Here are a few: Hawaiian meatballs, Dr. Pepper pork, Balsamic slow cooker pork, Peanut Butter oat bars, garlic chicken, Mongolian Beef, and a most recent one that I am quite proud of is Stuffed Spaghetti squash. I was nervous to make this but it was delicious and quite easy. It did take forever to make just because I had to cook the spaghetti squash and then add the stuffing, but the finished product was satisfying. You can find the recipe HERE It was yummy and Spencer even liked it. I like this whole cooking thing, but better yet, I love being a wife! Who knew cooking could be fun! I have learned lots and I hope to learn more recipes that I enjoy to cook.
So Yummy!

Well friends remember to go forth and start cooking! 



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