Monday, July 16, 2012

Welcome to new beginings.

So here it is...

Thanks for stopping by my blog. I'm trying this out to see if it works for me. I haven't wrote in a very long time and I truly miss it. I don't care if I get any readership, I just want to do something.

So back story on me. I'm Krystal (The Cupcake), 24, married 2 years to probably the coolest guy I have ever know, and a first time mom to the most amazing 9 month old daughter in the whole world. I know I know, how lucky am I?

My husband (The robot) and I met on facebook. I know how that sounds, and I'm okay with it. We actually went to high school together, but I'm two years older then him and we never spoke. We had mutual friends and he added me though them. We started up a conversation, and he was the sweetest most genuine guy I ever met.
I was in a really weird place attached to a horrible relationship that was going no where. He perused me, I denied my feelings because I was afraid of getting hurt again. 

We became roommates in April 2010. I has just lost a job, he had just lost his father. We we're trying to help each other through a tough time. He almost lost his apartment because I could only be put on the lease if I was family. So we became a family. I guess you could say our marriage was one of necessity.

We got married at city hall in June 2010. Since we weren't "really a couple" we decided we'd have fun with it. We had a zombie wedding. All the while he was perusing me, I continued to remain chased. 
September 2010 was huge for us. We decided to become a couple, and I started doing burlesque. Most of our free time was spent getting lost beneath the street lights of the lower east side. Life was magical. We were free and in love.

We hung out, we partied, we dressed up like silly super heroes, and we danced in the street in our underwear.


Then, in February 2011 we found out some wonderful news. We we're expecting. 


This is the story of our life, of our love, and of how we created the most amazing person in the world.

Emillie Eloise. 
(The Pumpkin)