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JP and I celebrated eight years of marriage two weekends ago and what a time we had! We started off the adventure by driving to Eugene and staying the first night (Thursday) at my parent's house. They had offered to watch Hannah while we were gone so we left her there for Friday and Saturday. Friday morning we headed over to Florence and then drove up the coast and landed in Newport. We had stayed at the Elizabeth Street Inn seven years ago on our 1st wedding anniversary and had just an awful time. We would both agree it was our worst anniversary to date. Now to clarify, the accommodations were great, we just fought the entire trip! We were spitting language venom in the car, at dinner, in the hotel room, in the pool, at's like we were caught in a hurricane! When we got home from our trip we barely spoke to each other for about two weeks.

So, this eighth anniversary we wanted to redeem ourselves and give that place another try and boy we were not disappointed!

When we entered our room, we were greeted with an anniversary card and a bottle of Martinelli's Sparkling Cider from the hotel! How thoughtful! Our room was nicely decorated and included a king size bed, fireplace, ocean views with a private balcony, and an in-room jacuzzi! It felt so serene.

Since we weren't familiar with the area, we asked the hotel front desk for dinner recommendations and they happily suggested The Taphouse. They've got excellent food, great ambiance with a sweet back deck, live music and entertainment (unfortunately not the night we visited though) and twenty-eight beer and wine taps. We ended up ordering the same plate, the sirloin steak, mmmm! The food was terrific and The Taphouse was definitely worthy of a recommendation!

Before we moseyed on upstairs to check out of the hotel on Saturday morning, I was able to capture and savor the blue sky peeking through the clouds! We think the clouds probably burned off about an hour after we headed on our way back to the valley. The rest of the day was gorgeous as we headed over to Lebanon for an evening wedding.

Our friend Brandon, who was one of our groomsmen in our wedding, got married that weekend and we had the pleasure of attending their beautiful ceremony and reception on Saturday evening. Their wedding was held at Three Strands Farm in Lebanon and it couldn't have gone more flawlessly (as far as we could tell, ha!). The farm was landscaped so beautifully and it was obvious the bride and groom had put so much time into all of the little details for the big day, with decor and a lot of little fun touches. They had a Bible laid open on the first entry table with a sign asking for guests favorite Bible verse, they had a honeymoon fund table, a display of engagement photos, and another table where guests could share marriage advice. The bride was stunning, the groom was fetching, and the weather couldn't have been any better. Their vows to each other were well written and perfectly delivered and it was fun to get to hear more about the details of their love story.

I don't now about you, but weddings are always so good for my heart, our hearts. We get reminded of how we fell in love and why we continue to choose to fall in love over and over again, our commitments and vows to each other, and I think it is just a marriage refresher.

JP and I still can't believe we've already been married eight years. Life has handed us some hardships we didn't think we'd ever have to go through but we're in this life together, as a team, and I couldn't be more thankful and grateful for this wonderful husband of mine. And let me tell you, we more than redeemed our worst anniversary! From worst to best!

And thank you to all of you readers still sticking around here with us! We appreciate you more than you know! Do you have any awful anniversary stories that you'd like to share with us? If so, we'd love to hear about them in the comments below!


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