Valentine's Day

I've always loved valentines day, even when I didn't get to spend it with Joey. This was actually our first valentines day in 5 years so it was really fun to finally get to spend it together! 

During the morning I made my brothers and Joe a crepe breakfast, which was delicious if I do say so myself. 

Then Joey took me on a car ride. He ended up taking me to the temple where we had a picnic. He made all the food himself and even bought the cool soda glass bottles. It was soooo fun.

Later that day we grabbed Mongolian BBQ and brought it to my house and watched Safe Haven. I fell asleep during the middle of it and apparently when Joey told  me to wake up I told him to "not tell me what to do" hahaha 

Overall we had a great day :) I can't wait for next year. :) 


You'll Just....Know.

I found myself in a conversation with three married women and another single girl about how to know you have found your husband. It ultimately went like this...when you know...you know. 

I thought about that for a while. I have been with Joey since I was 17 and I had fallen in love with him pretty fast and knew since then that I wanted to marry him. But all relationships have their ups and downs and waiting for him while he was on his mission did a real number on my head once in a while. 

I remember that I was feeling particularly insecure that weekend. I can't remember why but I was feeling like that but not seeing your boyfriend for two years, no matter how long you have been together and how determined you are to make things works, is not very reassuring.

I kept thinking about the statement "when you know, you know" and I was so incredibly confused. Do I know? What does that even mean? Will I get some holy confirmation? Will a spotlight shine on Joey and tell me that he is the one? Probably not. 

The thought bothered me for as long as Joey had left on his mission. And then Joey came home, we clicked and just like that....I knew. 

I had always known, silly head.


Why I'm Keeping my Last Name

I've been wanting to write this blog post for a while, but to be honest I was afraid of the criticism. I was battling with myself because keeping my last name is my decision but people tend to criticize decisions like this. But Joey supports me and everyone else's opinion doesn't really matter. So here you go:

For the longest time, I dreamed about being Mrs. Ireland. I would practice my new signature knowing that I still had 5 long years before I could even think about being any type of Mrs. When Joey left on his mission, I changed a lot. I realized a lot of things about myself and the world that I didn't before.

As the thought of marriage getting closer came to my head, I started thinking about changing my name. I realized that every time I thought about being Mrs. Ireland, it just didn't fit. It wasn't me.

Maria Agurto is who I am.

So why am I not taking Joey's last name?

The number one reason I am not taking Joey's last name is because I love my last name. It is who I have been for almost 24 years and marriage does not mean losing my identity. And yes, to me, changing my last name would mean losing my identity. I am Maria Agurto, with all my flaws and imperfections, with my messy dark brown hair and my irrational love for dogs.

I was born in Peru and came to the U.S. when I was 10. I have since been "Americanized," I've lost my Peruvian accent, I've even lost some Spanish (something I am deeply ashamed of). My last name is the last thing I have of my heritage. It is simply who I am, who I have always been and who I will always be.

Keeping my last name does not mean I love Joey any less. It does not mean that I am afraid of divorce, it does not mean that I am trying to go against the Gospel and it does not mean that I don't respect my future husband. Marrying Joey Ireland in the temple has been my dream since I was 17. And come August that dream will come true! And we will be an eternal family regardless of my last name.


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