Today is the first day of school for myself and many teachers/staff/students.
We spent last week planning out our group counseling sessions and getting our offices ready (mine has a distinct Ravens theme!)
I spent the last year (ok, in reality just 6 months, I started my job in January) waiting for June and summer. Then when summer began, and a 9-5 office life began...I started to anxiously await the start of the school year!
My office/company is less than organized at best so being able to be in the school with my co-worker, kind of (not really) running our own show feels great. The two of us work well together thank God, and she is a sort of counselor mentor to me as she has many more years in the field than I.
I'm looking forward to meeting the new 6th grade hoodlums (jk, we call them scholars at my school) and see how my little 6th, now 7th graders, have grown. And the 8th graders! I know they're going to look even more like little men. As much as I complained last year about their disrespect, lack of interest in our program etc. I realize that deep down (and I mean deep) they have a level of respect for us and heard at least some of what we were teaching them.
So, here is a happy first day back to school to all of my fellow school counselors, teachers, and staff, as well as the students! Here's hoping the 2013/14 school year is a great one!
Prayers would be very welcome as I am feeling a wee bit nervous about starting this back up!
Monday, August 26, 2013
Saturday, August 17, 2013
A Rant
So I've been debating about writing this...but I'm going crazy over here and having this as an outlet is what this blog is for, right?
So I wrote a brief post about how my husband and I use NFP. We have been effectively practicing NFP to postpone pregnancy since we were married last June. I've written a few lines here and there about wanting to be a mother, and how the desire started out softly, and then slowly grew.
One of the beauties of NFP is that you and your husband openly talk every month about plans for your family, what you feel God's will for you family is, are we emotionally/financially ready. If you decide you're ready/God is calling you to grow your family, you don't need to wait to go off the pill.
Chris and I are both emotionally ready to grow our family, with God's grace, and if it be His will for us. We both are still worried about fiances, but we decided that we need to trust that He will take care of us, and provide for us.
So, as of right now, we're in the 2 week waiting period. And it's all I can think about. And I feel like it's absurd because this is the first month we've "tried." Part of my birthday present yesterday was a pack of pregnancy tests lol I feel like I'm analyzing every little thing. "Oh! My boobs feel a little sore" or "Oh man I'm feeling nauseous" but in reality there couldn't possibly be a way I'm experiencing symptoms now. And then I get mad at myself for not just trusting in God's will for us. If it's his will we get pregnant...we will.
And then...this is horrible, but I keep thinking about my friend's wedding next year. She had sent us an email asking if any bridesmaids might be pregnant because that would effect dress options. I feel like the question was directed at me, since her other friends are using some sort of birth control. My response was really that I had no response. I honestly cannot say yes or no on the matter. But dresses have been chosen, and ordered, and lets just say if I were to be pregnant for her wedding...I wouldn't fit in the dress. So then would I have to opt out? That'd be hard for me to swallow. I have been friends with Kelly since we were 7. She is one of my best friends and it means a lot that she wants me standing there next to her when she says her vows. Chris gets frustrated when I talk like this, and reminds me that we can't base our lives around someone else's. Which I know...again, just would be hard to swallow.
And then I actually worry about getting pregnant. My mom miscarried twins before she got pregnant with my sister, and then there are 10 years between my sister and I. My sister tried for 12 years before getting pregnant with my sweet niece. My wonderful OB (check out this article about her practice, I'm pretty proud to have her as an OB/GYN) says everything is "normal" but that doesn't stop me worrying.
Basically I have a lot of thoughts/emotions swirling around in my head. I so badly want to be a mom...and I just want to know if I am. So, I guess bottom line, I'm asking for prayers. For my sanity. To be better able to accept God's will, whatever it may be. For patience. Again, for sanity...
Annnd thanks for reading the rant. Feels good to get it all out.
So I wrote a brief post about how my husband and I use NFP. We have been effectively practicing NFP to postpone pregnancy since we were married last June. I've written a few lines here and there about wanting to be a mother, and how the desire started out softly, and then slowly grew.
One of the beauties of NFP is that you and your husband openly talk every month about plans for your family, what you feel God's will for you family is, are we emotionally/financially ready. If you decide you're ready/God is calling you to grow your family, you don't need to wait to go off the pill.
Chris and I are both emotionally ready to grow our family, with God's grace, and if it be His will for us. We both are still worried about fiances, but we decided that we need to trust that He will take care of us, and provide for us.
So, as of right now, we're in the 2 week waiting period. And it's all I can think about. And I feel like it's absurd because this is the first month we've "tried." Part of my birthday present yesterday was a pack of pregnancy tests lol I feel like I'm analyzing every little thing. "Oh! My boobs feel a little sore" or "Oh man I'm feeling nauseous" but in reality there couldn't possibly be a way I'm experiencing symptoms now. And then I get mad at myself for not just trusting in God's will for us. If it's his will we get pregnant...we will.
And then...this is horrible, but I keep thinking about my friend's wedding next year. She had sent us an email asking if any bridesmaids might be pregnant because that would effect dress options. I feel like the question was directed at me, since her other friends are using some sort of birth control. My response was really that I had no response. I honestly cannot say yes or no on the matter. But dresses have been chosen, and ordered, and lets just say if I were to be pregnant for her wedding...I wouldn't fit in the dress. So then would I have to opt out? That'd be hard for me to swallow. I have been friends with Kelly since we were 7. She is one of my best friends and it means a lot that she wants me standing there next to her when she says her vows. Chris gets frustrated when I talk like this, and reminds me that we can't base our lives around someone else's. Which I know...again, just would be hard to swallow.
And then I actually worry about getting pregnant. My mom miscarried twins before she got pregnant with my sister, and then there are 10 years between my sister and I. My sister tried for 12 years before getting pregnant with my sweet niece. My wonderful OB (check out this article about her practice, I'm pretty proud to have her as an OB/GYN) says everything is "normal" but that doesn't stop me worrying.
Basically I have a lot of thoughts/emotions swirling around in my head. I so badly want to be a mom...and I just want to know if I am. So, I guess bottom line, I'm asking for prayers. For my sanity. To be better able to accept God's will, whatever it may be. For patience. Again, for sanity...
Annnd thanks for reading the rant. Feels good to get it all out.
Friday, August 16, 2013
7 Quick Takes - The Birthday Edition!
Linking up with Jen for a BIRTHDAY edition of 7 Quick Takes
1. Just in case you missed out on the hints...Today is my birthday :-) 26. Whoa. I'm on the other side of 25 now...30 is right around the corner. Oh geez. I don't really feel 26 though...I feel more like I'm 16. Sometimes I look around at my life - Masters degree, married, own a house, want to be a mother - and I'm like, who let me grow up?! I'm not old enough for all of this! Oh but I am...
2. Chris and I decided we'd both try and take today off...he was able to, and my work decided to schedule a mandatory meeting with a surprise baby shower for a coworker after. I'm excited for this coworker though. I made a diaper cake for her, and I gave her one of my newborn owl hats. She loved them, and people didn't believe I actually made the hat.
3. I got out of my shower this morning and came downstairs to see a place at the table set with turkey bacon, eggs over easy (just how I like them) and coffee in my favorite mug. My husband is amazing.
4. When I got home from work there was a card taped to the door of our freezer that said "Read me first, then open the fridge" I read the card...which made me cry then opened the freezer. oops. After looking around and only seeing frozen meat (and wondering if I was missing some soft of dirty joke) I realized the card said fridge, no freezer. Way to pay attention, Tiffany. When I opened the fridge I found chocolate covered strawberries that he made himself. They were delicious.
5. I love how on your birthday all of these people who you haven't talked to since...high school? come out of the woodwork to wish you a happy birthday. No, I'm serious. I love it. It shouldn't...but it really does make me feel special, that even if it took only 10 seconds out of their day, they still took those 10 seconds to wish me a Happy Birthday.
6. Tonight my parents and Chris and I went to a dinner theatre (Tobys) to see Les Miserables. I love musicals, and oh. my. gosh. was this one good. Chris and I had recently seen the movie, which I loved, but seeing it on stage was so fantastic. Their voices were ahmazing. And I know have "Do you hear the people sing..." stuck in my head.
7. Today was wonderful. Thank you to my amazing husband for making the day special from the moment I woke up. Thank you to everyone who called me, sent me a text, sent me a facebook message, wrote on my wall, sent a carrier pigeon, and smoke signals. You all are the best.
1. Just in case you missed out on the hints...Today is my birthday :-) 26. Whoa. I'm on the other side of 25 now...30 is right around the corner. Oh geez. I don't really feel 26 though...I feel more like I'm 16. Sometimes I look around at my life - Masters degree, married, own a house, want to be a mother - and I'm like, who let me grow up?! I'm not old enough for all of this! Oh but I am...
2. Chris and I decided we'd both try and take today off...he was able to, and my work decided to schedule a mandatory meeting with a surprise baby shower for a coworker after. I'm excited for this coworker though. I made a diaper cake for her, and I gave her one of my newborn owl hats. She loved them, and people didn't believe I actually made the hat.
3. I got out of my shower this morning and came downstairs to see a place at the table set with turkey bacon, eggs over easy (just how I like them) and coffee in my favorite mug. My husband is amazing.
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| I like to collect mugs |
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4. When I got home from work there was a card taped to the door of our freezer that said "Read me first, then open the fridge" I read the card...which made me cry then opened the freezer. oops. After looking around and only seeing frozen meat (and wondering if I was missing some soft of dirty joke) I realized the card said fridge, no freezer. Way to pay attention, Tiffany. When I opened the fridge I found chocolate covered strawberries that he made himself. They were delicious.
5. I love how on your birthday all of these people who you haven't talked to since...high school? come out of the woodwork to wish you a happy birthday. No, I'm serious. I love it. It shouldn't...but it really does make me feel special, that even if it took only 10 seconds out of their day, they still took those 10 seconds to wish me a Happy Birthday.
6. Tonight my parents and Chris and I went to a dinner theatre (Tobys) to see Les Miserables. I love musicals, and oh. my. gosh. was this one good. Chris and I had recently seen the movie, which I loved, but seeing it on stage was so fantastic. Their voices were ahmazing. And I know have "Do you hear the people sing..." stuck in my head.
7. Today was wonderful. Thank you to my amazing husband for making the day special from the moment I woke up. Thank you to everyone who called me, sent me a text, sent me a facebook message, wrote on my wall, sent a carrier pigeon, and smoke signals. You all are the best.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Faith
Well, this will be my first Theme Thursday link-up!
When I saw what the theme for today, I was at work.
One of my favorite verses came to mind and I doodled this lil ditty.
If I was the tattooing type, I would totally get this tattooed somewhere.
Hope everyone had a blessed Feast of the Assumption. Our mass was beautiful. Today is always a special day for me...it's not my birthday, but close enough :-)
Head over to Clan Donaldson to see more images of "faith."
When I saw what the theme for today, I was at work.
One of my favorite verses came to mind and I doodled this lil ditty.
If I was the tattooing type, I would totally get this tattooed somewhere.
Hope everyone had a blessed Feast of the Assumption. Our mass was beautiful. Today is always a special day for me...it's not my birthday, but close enough :-)
Head over to Clan Donaldson to see more images of "faith."
August 15
Today marks six years since a good friend of mine from high school passed away.
For some reason it's been hitting me pretty hard this week.
My friend Doug was killed in a head on collision early the morning of August 15, 2007. I can still remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I got the call about what had happened. My birthday is August 16. However, my mother likes to say I should have been born the 15th and therefore, she likes to "celebrate" on the 15th...because then I would have been born on the Feast of the Assumption. Every year we would go to the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception in D.C. We would go to confession and Mass together and that is how my birthday festivities have started for many, many years (until this year, sadly...darn work). So, the morning of August 15th 2007 I was in my bedroom getting ready to go to the basilica with my mom. One of my best friends from high school, Kelly (the one who recently got engaged!) called me that morning to tell me the news.
I was in shock. Literally. I am a processer by nature and it takes some time for things to really sink in. Plus, I knew I had to keep a strong face on for my mom because she knew Doug, and loved him. I tried to tell her as calmly as possible while we were driving to mass. We both broke down, and offered up that mass for the repose of his soul. His funeral was three days later. There was not a dry eye in the place, nor was there a free seat. Doug was beloved by many. To this day, it is hard for me to listen to "I Can Only Imagine" without tearing up.
Lets back up a bit to why this person was so special.
I was an awkward freshman girl: braces, glasses, and all. (Although maybe by this time I had discovered how amazing contacts are...) I had all of my usual freshman classes and I was in the choir. In that first whirlwind of a week, I began to notice this verrrry tall, lanky, cute boy who was in a few of my classes, including choir. He had this infectious laugh, and seemed to be friends with everyone, no matter what "social circle" they were in. We soon became friends, joking around, laughing, studying yada yada. Annnd soon enough I had a bit of a crush on this boy. And by a bit I mean my friends and I had "code names" for him and we analyzed every little thing he would say to try and decipher if he liked me.
Freshman year went by and we just became really good friends. We sang together in choir (he had a fantastic tenor voice), we sat next to each other in Spanish class, we were on the freshman activities committee and helped build the float for the Homecoming parade. He got to know my friends, and I got to know his.
Sophomore year we both tried out and made it to Concert Choir (I can't remember if this was actually what it was called, but it was a step above choir and a step below Madrigals). He wasn't in as many of my classes but we still had choir and sophomore committee. He invited me over for some of his pool parties and I got to meet his family (wonderful people) my mom and sister met him a few times and loved him. He was so friendly, personable and kind. Homecoming came around that year and I remember wanting him to ask me soo badly. One day, I came home and found a message on our machine (gosh, remember having a "machine" for phone messages?) His first call asked something about our Spanish homework. His second call said he realized we didn't have Spanish homework...but could I call him back anyway. I called, we talked, he got nervous, and asked me to homecoming! I was a giddy little school girl - no, literally, I was a giddly little school girl. Homecoming was fun...awkward (I had never been on any semblance of a date) but fun. A picture of us from Homecoming was posted on a couple photo boards in the funeral home...I immediately lost it when I saw it.
Doug and I remained friends through high school, but sadly grew apart in college. But to this day I remember him as one of the nicest, friendliest, funniest men I have ever met. He was nice to everyone...the whole concept of a "clique" was foreign to him. At 6'6" he truly was a gentle giant.
I miss you Doug, but I am thankful for the memories and times we did have.
To quote a song from the musical "Wicked" -- "Because I knew you, I have been changed for good"
For some reason it's been hitting me pretty hard this week.
My friend Doug was killed in a head on collision early the morning of August 15, 2007. I can still remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I got the call about what had happened. My birthday is August 16. However, my mother likes to say I should have been born the 15th and therefore, she likes to "celebrate" on the 15th...because then I would have been born on the Feast of the Assumption. Every year we would go to the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception in D.C. We would go to confession and Mass together and that is how my birthday festivities have started for many, many years (until this year, sadly...darn work). So, the morning of August 15th 2007 I was in my bedroom getting ready to go to the basilica with my mom. One of my best friends from high school, Kelly (the one who recently got engaged!) called me that morning to tell me the news.
I was in shock. Literally. I am a processer by nature and it takes some time for things to really sink in. Plus, I knew I had to keep a strong face on for my mom because she knew Doug, and loved him. I tried to tell her as calmly as possible while we were driving to mass. We both broke down, and offered up that mass for the repose of his soul. His funeral was three days later. There was not a dry eye in the place, nor was there a free seat. Doug was beloved by many. To this day, it is hard for me to listen to "I Can Only Imagine" without tearing up.
Lets back up a bit to why this person was so special.
I was an awkward freshman girl: braces, glasses, and all. (Although maybe by this time I had discovered how amazing contacts are...) I had all of my usual freshman classes and I was in the choir. In that first whirlwind of a week, I began to notice this verrrry tall, lanky, cute boy who was in a few of my classes, including choir. He had this infectious laugh, and seemed to be friends with everyone, no matter what "social circle" they were in. We soon became friends, joking around, laughing, studying yada yada. Annnd soon enough I had a bit of a crush on this boy. And by a bit I mean my friends and I had "code names" for him and we analyzed every little thing he would say to try and decipher if he liked me.
Freshman year went by and we just became really good friends. We sang together in choir (he had a fantastic tenor voice), we sat next to each other in Spanish class, we were on the freshman activities committee and helped build the float for the Homecoming parade. He got to know my friends, and I got to know his.
Sophomore year we both tried out and made it to Concert Choir (I can't remember if this was actually what it was called, but it was a step above choir and a step below Madrigals). He wasn't in as many of my classes but we still had choir and sophomore committee. He invited me over for some of his pool parties and I got to meet his family (wonderful people) my mom and sister met him a few times and loved him. He was so friendly, personable and kind. Homecoming came around that year and I remember wanting him to ask me soo badly. One day, I came home and found a message on our machine (gosh, remember having a "machine" for phone messages?) His first call asked something about our Spanish homework. His second call said he realized we didn't have Spanish homework...but could I call him back anyway. I called, we talked, he got nervous, and asked me to homecoming! I was a giddy little school girl - no, literally, I was a giddly little school girl. Homecoming was fun...awkward (I had never been on any semblance of a date) but fun. A picture of us from Homecoming was posted on a couple photo boards in the funeral home...I immediately lost it when I saw it.
Doug and I remained friends through high school, but sadly grew apart in college. But to this day I remember him as one of the nicest, friendliest, funniest men I have ever met. He was nice to everyone...the whole concept of a "clique" was foreign to him. At 6'6" he truly was a gentle giant.
I miss you Doug, but I am thankful for the memories and times we did have.
To quote a song from the musical "Wicked" -- "Because I knew you, I have been changed for good"
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| Superman for our Homecoming Float |
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| my surprise Sweet Sixteen...Doug was the only guy lol |
I wish I had the picture of us from Homecoming...but it's at my parents house.
Anyways, if you all could send up some prayers in remembrance of Doug today, on this special feast in the church, that would be wonderful. It was quite therapeutic to write this all out, felt like a nice way to remember him today.
Saturday, August 10, 2013
7 Quick Takes
Woo! I've missed posting 7 Quick Takes!
1. Our goddaughter has arrived! I wrote a whole post about this, but Emma Jane was born Monday August 5 at 2:06 p.m. After 21 hours of labor! We haven't gotten to see her/hold her/love on her yet but we've been given the "we're ready for visitors" ok so I'm hoping to go sooner rather than later!
2. Yesterday, a friend of mine from college who I have fallen out of touch with sent me a message saying that she had found my blog through Instagram and read the whole thing. It literally made my day. You wonder (well, I wonder) if anyone actually reads this, and am shocked if people actually enjoy it. So it was nice to get a message from an old friend, and to hear her appreciation. Thanks Erin :-)
3. I had started writing these quick takes before I went in to work with the intention of finishing them when I got home (which is what I'm doing) however, my day at work was so atrocious, I'm worried these are going to suddenly take on a negative spin. My employer "overlooked" me for pay day aka I didn't get my direct deposit today which we sorely needed. So I had to drive about 45+ min out of my way to pick up my check, then deposit it, then drive another 45+ min back home. I know, I know, at least I have a pay check. This is the second time this has happened though, and it's getting old. It took a lot to keep a smile on my face when the lady handed me my check.
4. Buster's allergies are acting up again. We thought we had figured it all out and he would be ok...but no such luck. His face is so itchy and he has scabs all over. He keeps licking his paws and tail until they bleed so we have to keep him in one of those Elizabethan collars. Poor pup, it breaks my heart. We've tried everything...so the vet recommended allergy testing...aka bye bye savings. We're at our wits end, Buster's miserable, there really isn't anything else to do. Heres hoping he allergy tests tell us something.
5. Have any of you heard of Opus Dei? My family has been a part of Opus Dei for as long as I can remember. Last night I went to one of their Women's night of recollection. There are 2 small talks given by a priest about a particular virtue (last night was temperance) and then one of the women gives a talk (last night was how to teach your children virtues). Theres opportunity for confession and adoration as well. It was so nice. It's very different from the other women's group I'm a part of which is all girls my age and is much less formal. But I feel like by going to both I'm getting a nice well-rounded enrichment
6. Ok. I'm going to admit something. I have a bit of a baby fever. I'm not saying I'm pregnant...just that I sure wouldn't mind if I was! The desire to be a mom has always been there for me...but the desire has definitely been growing steadily. Chris and I talk about it a lot more and he wants a baby too...he's just so worried about money. I keep reminding him to trust in His Will and reminding him that He will take care of us. And practically speaking, I can still work while I'm pregnant and while I really don't want to work when we have kids I could always work part time or stay on full time if we were really struggling. My mom and sister would be appalled, but you gotta do whatcha gotta do.
7. One of my coworkers is pregnant and she wanted me to make her some booties/photo props for when her little girl arrives. She loves owls so I found this hat pattern. I'm obsessed. I want to mass produce these. I still need to get black buttons for the eyes...but I had to post some pictures. I literally made this in a few hours.
Check out Conversion Diary for more reads! Have a good weekend everyone!
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Life's blessings
Well here is my attempt at not slacking on blogging.
I have something super exciting and wonderful to blog about. My newest goddaughter has finally graced us with her presence! Sweet Emma Jane was born yesterday at 2:06 p.m., after 21 hours of labor (yes, my friend is a rock star!)
For their privacy I won't be posting any pictures, but seriously, just take my word for it that she is absolutely ahhhdorable! I got the photo text announcing her birth while standing in the chip isle of Wegmans....I then started crying in the middle of the chip isle in Wegmans. The picture they chose to send out as an "announcement" is just seriously one of the most heartwarming pictures. My friend Kathleen is holding sweet Emma and they're looking at each other and there is just so much love, joy, pride on her face (Kathleen's face, Emma's looked more like "so this is the face attached to the voice I've been hearing these past 9 months"). That is what brought me to tears. How precious this little being is. How loved. How wanted.
It boggles my mind when people tell me not to worry about having kids any time soon. I'm still so young! I've only been married a year! I need time for my career! blah di freakin blah. Then as I'm perusing the interweb (does anyone call it that these days?) I see "article" after "article" on why you don't want kids. Sweet, innocent, snuggly bundles of joy? Oh, the horror! (I know they're not always bundles of joy, I'm not that naive, I promise) Children are just such blessings. I don't really know how to see them as anything else.
Ok, stepping down off my soap box now...I was just incredibly excited to share the news of Emma's birth. Now I'm just waiting for the "OK" from the parents to go visit them and love on baby Emma! I want to make a little basket for them, and bring some dinner. Do any mothers out there have any recommendations on things people brought you after you had your baby that was super helpful?
I have something super exciting and wonderful to blog about. My newest goddaughter has finally graced us with her presence! Sweet Emma Jane was born yesterday at 2:06 p.m., after 21 hours of labor (yes, my friend is a rock star!)
For their privacy I won't be posting any pictures, but seriously, just take my word for it that she is absolutely ahhhdorable! I got the photo text announcing her birth while standing in the chip isle of Wegmans....I then started crying in the middle of the chip isle in Wegmans. The picture they chose to send out as an "announcement" is just seriously one of the most heartwarming pictures. My friend Kathleen is holding sweet Emma and they're looking at each other and there is just so much love, joy, pride on her face (Kathleen's face, Emma's looked more like "so this is the face attached to the voice I've been hearing these past 9 months"). That is what brought me to tears. How precious this little being is. How loved. How wanted.
It boggles my mind when people tell me not to worry about having kids any time soon. I'm still so young! I've only been married a year! I need time for my career! blah di freakin blah. Then as I'm perusing the interweb (does anyone call it that these days?) I see "article" after "article" on why you don't want kids. Sweet, innocent, snuggly bundles of joy? Oh, the horror! (I know they're not always bundles of joy, I'm not that naive, I promise) Children are just such blessings. I don't really know how to see them as anything else.
Ok, stepping down off my soap box now...I was just incredibly excited to share the news of Emma's birth. Now I'm just waiting for the "OK" from the parents to go visit them and love on baby Emma! I want to make a little basket for them, and bring some dinner. Do any mothers out there have any recommendations on things people brought you after you had your baby that was super helpful?
Sunday, August 4, 2013
WIWS #6 and a bridal shower
Well, yet again I have been MIA this past week...I really need to make a better effort blogging...
Work has gotten to be crazy...I never thought I'd say this, but I can't wait for the school year to start. I'm ready for my job to go back to what I'm used to instead of having things dumped on my lap last minute...
Enough complaining. This weekend was fantastic. I drove to upstate NY (Carmel to be exact) with my friend Danielle to celebrate her upcoming wedding with family and friends at her bridal shower. We met in grad school and instantly bonded as the "young Catholic girls" She was a bridesmaid in my wedding and I'm honored to be able to stand by her side as she marries her best friend.
Everything this weekend was beautiful. A couple of her other bridesmaids and I planned a surprise "slumber party" for her Friday night. She had no idea and was so surprised, it was fantastic! Saturday was the day of the actual shower and it was so beautiful. It was a "country chic" theme and D cried as soon as she stepped in and saw everyone there :-) She is one of those truly genuine, nice, kind people and she deserved every moment!Here are some highlights from the weekend
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| My present for the bride |
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| Wine for different life occasions |
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| Wine for the dad, sparkling cider for mom |
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| Mason Jar centerpieces |
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| The bride and her girls |
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| love this girl |
The skirt is a repeat from Target. Shirt and tank from American Eagle and the scarf is from Ann Taylor.
I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend...and I hope I will get better at this whole blogging thing!
Go visit Fine Linen and Purple for more fashionable ladies!
Peace.
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