Why 'Mrs. Sunshine'?

I was saving this post for another day, but I thought it would be the perfect day to show Mr. Sunshine all about the wonderful things I write about him in here, and I thought there would be no better way to show him how much I think of him by writing about the story behind my name.

When I first thought about writing a blog (a few weeks ago now), I spent every morning and afternoon in the car trying to come up with a name. I didn't want it to be a name that made my blog about SOMETHING like "Mrs. Sunshine's Kindergarten" or "Mrs. Sunshine's Wedding Adventure" and I also wanted it to be something that I could use to document Mr. Sunshine and my new lives as newlyweds.

So I sat and thought and drove. Over and over and over again. Finally, after a few weeks, I sat down and had an "enough is enough" moment and decided to come up with something on the spot. As I sat at my computer desk I looked over to the empty hanger on the wall and remembered what was hanging there-- a card that was part of the proposal Mr. Sunshine had prepared for me. I smiled and started thinking back to the cards he wrote and how great a moment that ended up being.

In that moment I knew who I was. I was not my moniker from weddingbee or facebook or pinterest-- I was his sunshine. He is the only person who has ever given me that nickname and every single time he says it, my heart shines and beats like it will burst in my chest. How could I not be Miss. Sunshine, soon to be his Mrs.?

So there it goes....

How much do I love Mr. Sunshine? Enough to make him the most important part of my blogging journey..

~Miss. Sunshine

How I know it's love...

Around noon Mr. Sunshine asked me if I had everything for my outfit for our engagement pictures next weekend. Of course I had forgotten about this (how he had remembered... well god bless the man). Anyways, he asked if I wanted to go to a local city that has a great "cowboy" boutique. I had popped some advil for a migraine and was ready to go.

Then came death.

Or sickness.

Really depends who you ask. *teehee*

Anyways, what then happened was 30 minutes of me sleeping in the car, Mr. S prodding me along and asking if I was okay every few minutes as I stumbled through the main street of the town towards the store, and finally me relenting and begging to go home. 30 minutes of sleeping later and he woke me up at the local grocery store because I had to grab some ingredients to make my sister's cheesecake for our family celebration of Easter and her birthday. Damnit!

At this point I was pretty much zombie like and Mr. Sunshine's jokes were not going over well. He said that since the store did not have all the ingredients we needed, he would drop me off at home and pick them up. I volunteered to go with him, feeling bad he was doing all this and I believe his exact words were: "I'm not asking if you want to be dropped off. I am dropping you off. Please don't come with me!"

An hour of sleep later and Mr. S came home with the wrong ingredient and some soil for his plants. Gah!

But you know how it is love? After putting up with my insanity and watching me crawl out of bed to attempt to make the cheesecake (followed quickly by, "nooo... tomorrow.... gah.... beddddd....") he made me food, got me a drink, offered to grab me some Tim Horton's chicken noodle soup and went out to get me the right ingredients so I can attempt to make that cake tomorrow.

What a man!

~Miss. Sunshine