One Year in the Rear View | Pt.3

This post right now is the definition of ‘in the eye of her storm.’ Ellie has fallen asleep (for now) and I am seizing the opportunity to enjoy some dessert and blog writing!

I’m picking back up with the series of posts I was working on earlier about our first year  marriage. Obviously, I’m not going to talk about every single priceless moment but I am trying to hit the HUGE, life-altering moments. Last post was the wedding. This post is the day we found out about our little bun in the oven! 

September 14, 2013. I’m pretty sure I took a test the day before too but this is when we knew it was official! We were so excited! More excited than nervous but that is because we thought we were pregnant the month before. It’s amazing how being scared to death in August changed how I took the news just a month later. I had a feeling I was pregnant but I’m not sure why. I took the first test. It was very light but I ran to the bedroom and woke joey up by waving the test in his face and asking repeatedly, “What does this look like to you? One line or two? Joey, what does this look like to you?” It was the fastest I have ever been able to wake him up! We were both super excited and could not wait to tell people. But then the questions started in my mind… Is my makeup safe to use? Is it ok for someone to use nail polish remover in the same room as me? Are there other things besides raw meat I shouldn’t eat? I felt totally confused and unsure of what to do. I wanted to ask someone but we had decided not to tell anyone yet. We waited just in case all 200 pregnancy tests I took were all false positives. Ok. I didn’t really take 200 but I did take a lot of them. And I kept taking them “just to be sure”. I tried nonchalantly asking my mom my questions but that didn’t work. She guessed. I’m not surprised though. I’m a terrible lair to start with and on top of that I was so excited I thought I would bust! After she knew Joey and I decided to invite everyone to my parents’ house for dessert to share the news.

Mom took care of desserts. Joey and I bought cards to give everyone for the announcement. The funny thing about this whole dessert business is everyone (with the exception of my little sister and out of town relatives) guessed what was going on. There were giveaways though. I can admit that. My mom made what seemed like ten different desserts. Joey called everyone to invite them and was very persistent that they ALL had to come. I couldn’t stop smiling and was blushing as red as a fire truck! When anyone would ask me what was going on, I just smiled. I didn’t even have a good answer ready. But it was still fun! We all got our desserts and then passed out the cards. Everyone opened them at the same time and the baby confetti that I stuffed the cards with flew all over the floor. Everyone was super excited! 

The best reaction was my sister. She just stared at the card then asked me if it was a joke. She was so far beyond shocked. I told her she was going to be an aunt and she just stared. She almost started crying but later told me if there hadn’t been so many boys in the room (Joey’s brothers) she would have. For the rest of the night she just kept staring at me in unbelief. When we told everyone we were less than eight weeks along and decided not to find out the gender or tell our name choices. Baby Thomas was only the size of an orange seed. Thus the nickname was born. Kenzi called our little one Orange Seed for the rest of the pregnancy.

We did an ultrasound at the New Hope Center at eight weeks. I started off going to them for my prenatal care but later we decided to find a midwife and do a homebirth. The first ultrasound was amazing! Our baby was bouncing all around and looked like a little gummy bear! Baby Thomas was super active and remained that way for the duration of the pregnancy. (<-- My ribs would support this statement.) That moment was one of my favorites of all time. I loved seeing the look on Joey’s face as he realized for the first time that we really were pregnant and that there was a tiny person growing in my tummy! That is a moment I will cherish forever! We left from the ultrasound in complete and total baby bliss. Coincidentally, we went and bought the movie “Back-up Plan”. I really wanted to see it again now that I was expecting and we couldn’t find our copy.

My first trimester was uneventful as far as morning sickness goes. Actually it was uneventful as far as anything goes. No home-cooked meals. No grocery shopping. No laundry. No cleaning. I literally woke up twenty minutes before work, sped out the door, drove very cautiously, and got to work just in time. Then after work I would get home, maybe take a shower (if Joey was lucky), fall into bed and be out in two seconds. In the beginning, I couldn’t get enough orange juice, pickles (I know, cliché), avocados, peanut M&Ms, Ramen, frozen lemonade, and wedge salad. That was about all I ate for a few weeks. And all Joey ate too because I never bought anything else at the store. I was just too tired to think of what else might sound good to him.

The second trimester I got a cold and it all went downhill from there. I didn’t really enjoy much food at this point. I know that I really craved pizza. All the time! You can ask Joey, I almost asked him to drive out in a terrible snow storm just to get a pizza! It was bad. But I didn’t. I realized it was not worth it and he stayed home with me. His job had told him not to come in that day. So you know the roads were bad. I went to see a doctor at the beginning of my second trimester because my cold turned into a sinus infection or something like that. The doctor gave me an antibiotic and I then got a yeast infection. It was a terrible cycle, and it didn’t really right itself until my third trimester. The timing was impeccable because then a different area of my life spun out of control. A date opened for Joey to go to Basic Training. From that point on, things were not anything like what we would have expected…

Trimester 3

Trimester 2

Texas de Brazil

As I mentioned earlier, my husband and I celebrated our anniversary this month. It was our first and no we didn’t eat any of our wedding cake fresh from a year in the freezer. There are multiple reasons for that. The first is because the top tier was a little bit, well, lost. I know. I know. Cake doesn’t just walk away, but my wedding cake did. That brings me to the second reason we didn’t re-enjoy our cake. Even though the top layer grew its own legs, the rest didn’t. There was a ton of cake left! When I say a ton, I mean the whole kitchen table was covered. Way too much for our families to eat. So we have a freezer full of cake. It’s just 1200 miles away. I decided it was not worth the drive to Kentucky to retrieve the leftover cake and so now you know why we didn’t eat freezer burned wedding cake on our first anniversary. We did however celebrate with a much more delicious dinner!

This post is named after the restaurant itself because it was just that amazing! Seriously! Let me just tell you about the world’s best dining experience that can only be beat by Momma or Grandma’s home cooking! Texas de Brazil is “an authentic Brazilian-American ‘Churrascaria’, or steakhouse, that combines the cuisines of Southern Brazil with the generous spirit of Texas.” What that means is they have a salad bar with over  fifty seasonal items that contains meats, cheeses, olives, vegetables and so much more. If you only want the salad bar you can dine that way, but the real experience is in the main course. When you sit down to your table there is a card that is green on one side and red on the other. This is how you let the servers know you would like to enjoy more of their delicious cuts of meat. The red side stops the servers and green means, “More meats please!” In the salad bar area, there are also side items to accompany your dinner such as rice, mushrooms, au gratin potatoes, and soup. As though you don’t already have enough options, your server provides you with garlic mashed potatoes, fried bananas, and traditional Brazilian cheese bread on the table. Yes, this is for real! 

At the San Antonio location, there is also a huge wine cellar where you can watch a server on a harness find your wine selection. If you haven’t had enough to eat by the time you’re done with dinner, they also have very attractive dessert options.

After giving you an idea of how a Brazilian steakhouse works, I’ll tell you about our experience. It all started with making a reservation with Open Table. It was a super easy process. I had never used Open Table before, but being a Saturday in downtown, I wanted to make sure we wouldn’t be late for Joey’s curfew. I knew from my research that they had valet parking and since we are unfamiliar with the area, and would most likely have to pay close to the same amount for parking anyway, we went for it. I’m so glad we did! You literally drive up to the front door on a main road downtown and there is not even a pullover area. You jump out, the valets jump in. The atmosphere in the restaurant was cozy, warm and inviting. We were seated right away, and our server explained the whole process to us. He was really thorough and very friendly.

Joey and I both took trips to the salad bar where we tried all sorts of appetizers. My favorite was the thinly sliced pineapple with basil. It seemed like a strange combination but worked really well! When we had finished starters, Chris (our server) offered us clean plates and brought the mashed potatoes and bananas to us. Now I’m not sure why they serve mashed potatoes, other than that they’re delish and probably keep guests from eating all meat, but the bananas have an interesting job. Apparently, fried bananas are a palate cleanser that allows you to taste the difference in the cuts of meat. Then the real fun began.  Joey switched his card to green and immediately we were approached by several different servers offering us bacon wrapped chicken, filet mignon, strip steak, lamb chops, pork ribs, and the house special, Brazilian picanha. These meat servers are apparently called Gauchos and they carry the more than 15 meat selections around on sword-like spears. But warn the others at the table when you flip your card because you are about to get bombarded! Everything was amazing! My favorite cut was the picanha. It was a top cut of sirloin. Joey’s favorite was the filet mignon. The service was so impressive. Every last detail was attended to. The manager introduced himself to us. My water glass never reached half full. Whenever we got up from the table, someone came by and re-folded our napkins. They remembered how we both preferred our meats cooked. We were never rushed. Chris even took our picture for us! We were too full to try dessert, but I’m sure it would have been just as amazing as everything else!

My advice? Try it!! It is the perfect dining experience for a very special occasion. I don’t think you’ll regret it. If you do decide to go…you have to try the cheesy bread, pineapple with basil, and picanha. You will not be disappointed! Joey kept on saying how much he loved the restaurant. I’m pretty sure he would have lived there if he could! The atmosphere was perfect for an anniversary or even just for a night out with friends. I’m glad we went early (around 6) because when we left there were tons of people waiting for tables. Who knows, maybe we’ll go for our anniversary again next year too!

Even Ellie enjoyed dinner!

My Kind of Hopping

Today I am writing my first food post and prepare yourself because it is going to make you jealous. How do I know this? Because I tasted all this yummy stuff today, I know how good it was, And I know what all yall are missing out on.

If you know me, you know that I love to bake. What I love about baking is the creativity behind it. I can bake a cake and decorate it and then by the time I'm done I have no interest in eating it. The lack of interest has nothing to do with whether or not it will taste good, but everything to do with the fact that I already did the fun part! I'm artsy, what can you do? I always love going to bakeries. I enjoy trying new things and looking at the work that others do. When someone else has made it, I enjoy eating it as much as I do looking at it. Also, since being pregnant I have been craving sweets like nobody's business! So, while here in San Antonio, I have been scanning through my trusty urbanspoon app and have discovered several places I want to try. Today is the glorious, bakery-hunting, day! Joey is off, it's a beautiful (and by beautiful I mean as hot as the place below!) day, and we are both in the mood for some goodies!

Our first stop was Lily's Cookies. This place was so cute! It's a bakery dedicated to all things cookie related! 

They had a cookie bar, which had around fifteen different cookie jars on it! Every jar held a different kind of cookie and you could make your own mix. They had everything from red velvet crinkle cookies to Mexican wedding cookies, chocolate chip to ranger cookies! Seriously, cookie heaven. I couldn't get a real great picture of the cookie bar but there is an awesome picture on their website. From the cookie bar, we tried a Mexican wedding cookie, Texas honey, and toffee almond crunch. Each of them was delicious. The Texas honey surprised me the most. What surprised me was it tasted a lot like a spice cookie and was very soft. Lily's sells their cookies from the jars for just $0.65 each or $7 a dozen. That little detail, coupled with their delicious variety and taste, makes this bakery very dangerous!





Lily's also had a case full of decorated cookies. There was just too much cuteness to describe! Today, the cookies in the case were to celebrate the San Antonio Zoo's 100th birthday. They change from week to week I believe. Either way, they were super cute! I chose the pink hippo. I couldn't help myself! I have been wanting to try to make frosted cookies like these for a while now. When we are settled (we're in a transition phase) and all of our kitchen things are in one place again, I will be trying this and more than likely sharing the experience on here. More to come on iced cookies. I left feeling very inspired though.

As though cookies were not enough, they also had a few different kinds of dessert bars. We tried the lemon bar and the snicker's brownie. Oh. My. Goodness. Lemon bar = heaven! The crust was amazing! It had no powdered sugar on top, so I didn't choke by accidentally inhaling it, which was a plus. Everyone does it. I am not ashamed. The Lemon bar tasted like lemon meringue pie with out the meringue. Yummy. The snickers bar? Super sweet, but amazing! I'm sure Joey will be asking me to figure out how to make those soon. He loves his peanut butter and chocolate! My favorites were the lemon bar and the iced cookie. I will definitely go back at least once more while I'm here. The only downside to Lily's Cookies was the hours. They close at 5:30 during the week and are only open until 3:00 on Saturday. We caught them just before they closed and I am so glad we made it!

Our second stop was unplanned and also right at closing time. Joseph's Storehouse and Bakery was on our way back home from Lily's and claimed to be the best bakery in San Antonio so we had to stop in.

They were closing but still had a decent selection. Joey chose the snickerdoodle and I chose the danish. First of all, please notice the size of these things! HUGE! You can hardly see my fingers around the cookie when I hold it! The danish was a cheese danish and was amazing. It reminded me of the one my mom buys from Emerson's back in Kentucky. The dough you could tell was made from scratch. So yummy. The snickerdoodle was also quite yummy. I only had one bite though. By that time, there was probably enough sugar in my body to sink a ship. I didn't totally fall in love with Joseph's or get the feeling that it was somewhere I HAD to go again, but it was still yummy. Another downside was the customer service wasn't great. We waited a rather long time while one employee was on the phone and the others were just walking around not really doing anything. Overall, not crazy about it. I could find a better bakery. That's just what we did!

The last stop of the day was a cute little place called Nothing Bundt Cakes.

As soon as you walked in the door you could feel the energy. It was bright, cheerful and welcoming. The concept of this bakery was all bundt cakes. The bundt cakes came in all different sizes, from the normal size to "bundtlets" to "bundtinis". Nothing Bundt Cakes (NBC) had adorable artificial cakes all over the place to show you different decorating options. As soon as we walked in one of the employees offered us a sample of the cinnamon swirl flavor. It was so moist and delicious! Nine different flavors were sold as well as a seasonal flavor that changes monthly. Joey and I agreed on the white chocolate raspberry bundtlet to share and it even came in adorable packaging. We had intended to try it after dinner as our one year anniversary cake, but we were too stuffed from dinner. For dinner we went to a Brazilian steakhouse which was one of the coolest dining experiences! More on dinner later. We still have yet to try our cake, but if it's as good as the sample, we have nothing to worry about. NBC was a great experience all around. You could tell the designer of the store took everything into account. They even had merchandise such as, kitchen gloves with mustaches and lips, a spatula called the battter finger, and all sorts of cake picks and candles! I would definitely go back to NBC. It was such an inviting bakery!

Overall, we had an awesome time bakery-hopping! I really enjoyed spending the time together as a family sharing something as simple as good dessert. I can't wait to go back and try more new things or even hunt down other gems! For now, I need to finish my pink hippo cookie, brush my teeth, and head to bed.

Unexpectedly Blessed

I'm taking a break from my series of "In the Rear View" posts to share something that happened today. This is also my first post involving Ellie...and yes there are pictures! *May contain graphic images of poop explosion* You have been warned. But it's not that bad, doesn't smell, and was much worse in person.

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Today started out as a normal day. Eliana (my baby child) woke up around her normal time, we played, she ate and then we got ready to go run some errands. We are staying in a cottage near Ft. Sam Houston, which is a blessing I will have to write about in a different day. We drove on base and almost made it to the PX (post exchange- it's like target on base. Except it's not as big, sells designer brands and is part of a small “mall”. There are other souvenir type shops, a barber shop, and a food court in the mall.). The PX was supposed to be our first stop, only I forgot my credit card aka no money. You see 5/3 keeps canceling my card and sending me new ones because of "security breaches". Since January I have had four, now five, different cards. So, I forgot the new card at home. We drove all the way back, for the card, and returned to the PX. There wasn't too much I could do without any money. We sat in the food court while I activated the card and then did our shopping. I have had the card about two weeks now and still had not activated it. That means it had been that long since I bought anything! Be impressed.

But back to the story... we finished at the PX, like any other normal day and went to the post office. Only problem, I forgot one of the addresses I needed. That was unfortunate. (I'm beginning to sound like I still have pregnancy brain.) By the time we finished mailing my other packages it was 4:30. We had some time to kill before picking up Joey and I was hungry. Having talked to my dad the other day about a Burger King feud that has long existed in our family, BK sounded good. This is where the real story begins. Yes, everything before was necessary to the story, in case you're wondering. Other than the two major things I forgot already it had been a pretty normal, uneventful, pain-free day. Then, we drove into the Burger King parking lot. I was walking in, super excited to get some food in my tummy and the drive-thru guy came outside and asked me if I was the one waiting for food. My face must have been priceless. I was literally walking across the parking lot. Why would he think I was waiting for food? Bad sign #1. I continued to be excited about food and walked in the restaurant. What was the first thing I saw when I walked in the door? A man in the classic "I've been waiting here forever and I'm starting to get ticked" pose. Arms crossed, leaning on the line divider bar, staring at each employee who appears to be doing nothing. Admit it. You at least know exactly what I'm talking about if you haven’t been guilty of assuming this pose at least once in your life. Bad sign #2. I decided to stay anyway. I was practically starving. I was also beginning to regret trying to run errands today. I ordered, received my cup, and started dispensing my drink. The coke overflowed all over the counter because I got distracted by Ellie playing with Olaf in her car seat. Who wouldn't?

 

Olaf is the newest addition to our family. Daddy couldn't help it. We went to the Disney store this week. I can't help that I chose a husband who has stellar taste in Disney movies! So, sticky with coke, I found a table, situated myself and went to pick up my food. On attempting to eat my rather long awaited lunch/4:30 snack, I sadly realized my fries were cold. Not lukewarm (can non-liquids be called lukewarm?) straight up, cold. I requested new ones and was happily surprised when they were entirely too hot to eat! Believe it or not this trip became more positive. However, you have to fully understand how rough it was in order to appreciate the unexpected. It's worth it, trust me. 

I finally settled, and began eating my lunch. This is when I noticed the table directly across from me, seated at the table was a family of four. The two kids, who were probably in their twenties, both had disabilities. I kept accidentally making eye contact with the girl and smiling but she didn't smile back and didn't seem to be uncomfortable with the fact that we had made eye contact like 20 times in five minutes (I was at a restaurant alone after all. Ellie didn’t count in this situation because she was too distracted with Olaf to notice Mommy. Who can blame her? I was not having a conversation with anyone and there wasn’t much to look at in Burger King). It bothered me, but more to come on that later. So I was attempting to eat and then I realized it had been three hours since Ellie ate. Surely I could feed her at the same time I ate. And I did! Quite successfully actually, considering I was trying to use the cover. Feeding Ellie was going just fine until I heard the unmistakable sound of Ellie pooping. No problem, this happens all the time right? Wrong! Two words: poop explosion! Only it took a minute or two for me to realize that. I was still eating and then noticed my hand that's holding her feels wet. I looked at my hand and the unfortunate was confirmed. I stood up to go grab a napkin and held Ellie away from me and toward the only other table with people sitting at it, the aforementioned family. Consequently flashing them with her lovely explosion. It just happened to be on Mommy's favorite outfit for Ellie. Sad. (I'm really hoping It comes out when I wash it!)

I wiped my hand while walking as fast as possible to my table to grab the diaper bag. The mom however decided now was a good time to notice the baby in the room. Ordinarily I love showing Ellie off and talking with others about her, but now I was trying to handle a situation. So I smiled, responded to her remark about how small Ellie is, and tried to keep moving. She then informed me the girl I've been making eye contact with was only two pounds when she was born. I was shocked! But still distracted by the much larger than I thought explosion I was faced with. We finally made it to the bathroom only to find no changing table and the bathroom was quite disgusting! Perfect. Mentally to myself: "Poop explosions are bound to happen. Yes Shelby, in public too. We've done this before. Calm down. This is no reason to panic or even be embarrassed." After resuming normal breathing patterns, I decided to utilize the sink counter and the changing mat I luckily added to the diaper bag and got down to business. 

I was thankful I had plenty of wipes and Ellie was in a good mood. Not so much as a whimper! I was so impressed with how smoothly clean-up was going and then my arm touched something wet on my shirt. Yes, people...It was on me too! You didn't think it could get any better did you? I dove into the diaper bag looking for the shirt I hoped I put in there, and in perfect consistency with the rest of today, no shirt. But, by God's grace, I wore and undershirt today! Not that it fit, or is something I would ever wear out of the house, but there's was no bright yellow mess on it. At least I had something to wrap Ellie's clothes in so they didn't contaminate the whole diaper bag. This, my friends, is the second use for my lovely shirt.

Ok. So, diaper changed, both of us dressed with pretty much new outfits on, changing mat soaked (was there water on the counter when we started? Eww. Just eww.), stink bomb-mess in the trash can, we gathered ourselves and headed back to the table. 

After all the excitement that had come about, I realized, there really was no point in me asking for hot fries. Now none of my food was hot. Then I heard the words I never would have expected, and hadn't been asked yet, by a stranger, since Ellie was born, "Can I hold your baby?" This came from the mom with the disabled children. *Deep breath* To my surprise, I smiled and "yes" escaped my mouth. In my head: "Am I ever going to eat again? This is impossible. Be nice." I was glad I said yes though, because this was the turning point of my day.

I handed Eliana to the woman and decided it would not be socially acceptable for me to go back to my table and eat while she held my baby girl, even though my table (and FOOD) was, a mere, five feet away. The mom asked me her name and I told them. They told me what a pretty name they thought she had and then father asked me why we chose that name. I don't think anyone had asked me this either, and I was so excited to share! I told them that her name means "God has answered" in Hebrew and the conversation was off and running. The son who was in a wheelchair asked if she was a preemie (a question I get a lot), told me how he wants to have kids one day but needs to find a girlfriend first, and told me how beautiful she is. Then the moment that hit me the hardest, the girl who I was so confused by earlier, asked what Ellie looked like and what color her hair was. She was blind. The girl's family described Ellie to her and then I told the girl she could touch Ellie's hair to feel how much hair she had. 

In the middle of my day, at a time I regretted greatly my decision to go to Burger King, and all I could think about was my food, this family blessed me and gave me more of a reality check than they may ever know. Both of this woman's children were two pounds when they were born. The girl who is blind was born at twenty-three weeks! She told me that, unlike Ellie, she had no hair when she was born. The guy had such a great sense of humor, outgoing personality, and bright outlook on the future! He was cracking jokes the whole time! The girl asked my name and told me how pretty it was and that she had never heard it before. Her name was beautiful too. Heidi. She was so cheerful and sweet. The mom surprised me again by asking how old I was. At first I felt the judgment of her thinking I was too young. However that's not at all what she thought. She encouraged me and told me that she thought it was a good thing to have children early on in your marriage and life. I was totally wrong in thinking she was judging me. Unfortunately, we couldn't talk all day. I had to pick up Joey and still had to eat at some point. 

In the middle of what I thought was a terrible day and a horrible idea to go to Burger King, I was unexpectedly blessed! This family had been through so much. Two kids with disabilities. Two children born only two pounds. These parents had to watch their children fight for life the second they met each other. You could tell how much it meant to this woman to hold a baby in her arms again. Ellie gave her so much joy! My problems were nothing!

I am so blessed to be this healthy little girl's mommy! I'm blessed to get distracted by her cuteness and spill things. Blessed to have her be able to poop on me. Blessed to have money (even if I do forget to bring it) to run errands. This family probably will never know how much their small interaction meant to me. My day was totally turned around with a reality check that I very clearly needed. As I left and walked to my car, I was moved by all the many blessings that I take for granted every day. God has been so unbelievably good to me and my new little family. If I see this beautiful family again I intend to tell them how much they blessed me. I hope to run into them here on post again. But even if I don't their story will stick with me and continue to remind me thank God for His blessings everyday. After all, not only did He give me the family I met today to remind me, He also gave me these two to remind me everyday.

One Year in the Rear View | Pt. 2

Get ready for a flood of wedding-ness! 

Two months and one week later we got married! July 7^th. Yes you read that correctly. We planned our wedding in two months and one week. It would not have been possible without our friends and family’s support and endless help! It was a total whirlwind but the best kind! I ate, slept, and breathed wedding. It was the best! We had crafting days, bridal showers, shopping trips and many sleepless nights all right on top of each other. It was a gorgeous day! 

The whole week leading up to the wedding we had torrential rain that did not appear to be slowing down. This is bad news for an outdoor wedding when everything was planned outside. Ceremony and reception both. But God always has a plan. It rained in the early morning of our wedding and then stopped by the time we started getting ready. I have always wanted it to rain on my wedding. My mom has always told me that it rains on days of God’s blessing. It has rained on big life events my whole life. Yes God blesses us abundantly each and every day way beyond what we deserve but it’s fun to see a connection I big life events. It rained on the day of our wedding, the day Joey graduated Basic training, the day our baby girl was born, and the day I left home to live in San Antonio. 

Anyways…we started getting ready at 7am and started pictures at 2p. It was such a beautiful day! We washed mason jars, my parents gave me wedding jewelry, we took a limo ride to the farm, Joey and I exchanged letters before the wedding and everyone kept secrets from me to keep the day fun and relaxing. I was so blessed by everything that happened. Due to the rain the whole ceremony site had to be rethought. The original site was flooded by the pond we were going to get married near. The farm was incredibly muddy and ply wood and straw had to cover areas so people could walk around. The reception area had to be totally cleaned up from a wedding the day before . I knew none of this. For all I knew, the day was perfect and it was!

If you have ever been married you know the whole day is a total blur. If you have awesome friends like mine, there are priceless moments you share that create forever memories, both serious and fun.

There are a few moments that stand out to me and I remember very clearly. Now you get to enjoy those with me! There are so many more that got I don't necessarily have pictures for or space on this post. *wink,wink* I would imagine you don't want to spend your WHOLE day reading this. 

For starters, I remember sitting on the bed with my parents and sister before putting my dress on being the four of us for the last time. Because in s short time we were going to expand the fam!

I cherish my mom helping me put my dress on in the living room of their house. There were more than a million buttons it seemed!

Then, I treasure the moment my dad saw me all ready to go. There are no words to describe how precious these moments are to me. 

Then sitting in the limo dying to see me future husband and catching my first glimpse of him (The rule is he can’t see me, I can see him, people.). Then I remember the relief I felt holding his hand and reading his letter before the ceremony.  

Standing with my dad at the top of the aisle and walking down the aisle with him. Seeing Joey’s face the first time he saw me! My dad giving me away in his own unique and perfect way. 

Saying “I do”. Washing each other’s feet then praying together. Taking all our couple’s pictures together (more to come at the end). 

Sitting at the table eating dinner with all of our friends and family and for the first time as husband and wife! Do you get the feeling that I am excited to be a WIFE and have a HUSBAND? Even one whole year later! 

The toasts and the tears that went along with them. My sister sounded all grown up, it was strange but totally priceless!

Dancing with my new HUSBAND! 

Dancing with my daddy. 

Then my mom’s surprise. She got us three of those floating sky lanterns. One for each of the families that make up our family. They were to represent sending us off from where we grew up as our own family. While still supporting and encouraging us to, "Be a part of the old, become our own, and SOAR!" We all three lit them and watched them fly away. It was beautiful! 

Then my father-in-love’s surprise, fireworks to tie the night all together! It really was a more beautiful day than I could imagine! 

We said our goodbyes, got in the car and started driving to the hotel. We didn’t make it five minutes down the road before we realized we forgot to sign the marriage license! We had to turn around and go back! But, we met my best friend’s mom and AMAZING wedding planner at the entrance to the farm and managed not to get stuck saying goodbyes again.

Now, I know that seems like a lot of memories for the day (and made for a rather long post) but, there were so many other moments not mentioned. For this reason, I am so glad we had a wedding video made! It encapsulated so much of the wedding that I would have missed otherwise. I'm not sure if the video will work but here's to trying...Check it out!

If the video doesn't work try this link: http://vimeo.com/78700396

So, our wedding was one of the happiest memories of my life that I will always cherish! I love those who were involved and wouldn't change a thing. Besides maybe make it go on longer to make even more memories. But since that isn't a possibility I will cherish that time in my life forever! This momma has stayed up entirely too late and is off to bed. But first, the final pictures that I promised earlier...

photo credits: http://www.rosellephoto.com/

video credits: Douglas Gautraud

venue: http://kyfarmwedding.com/