tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89139130032901389712024-03-12T20:30:38.101-05:00A Bride...AgainA Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.comBlogger425125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-45446324524057805882010-09-29T18:00:00.001-05:002010-09-29T18:00:00.174-05:00A Unique Idea???<div>I know, I know...technically I'm not a bride anymore. I'm a wife. But just like all good addictions, checking out wedding photographers isn't something that I've been able to completely tear myself away from yet. I unsubscribed to weddingbee LONG ago...but I still stalk a few photographers...one of them being my own fabulous photographer, Christina Carroll.</div><div> </div><div>Imagine my surprise when I came across something sort of unique today on my stroll. Maybe you've seen something like this before, but I haven't. I don't know if the bride did this project DIY or if someone else did it, but I think that it really makes a statement. </div><div> </div><div>It's a wreath hanging suspended over the dance floor (like a chandelier?) and hanging from it instead of lights are small tea light candles. They're hanging with plain twine, giving it a cozy-homey feel to it and making me think that this was made. Here's a picture of what I'm talking about, and since it's a collage picture you can see that the wreath totally fits in with the theme of the rest of the wedding decorations and there's a close up of the tea lights:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522337752697023314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/TKNI7W88K1I/AAAAAAAADMg/Ih6A0ryn3L4/s320/wedding1.bmp" border="0" /></div><br />Here's another picture where you can see it in the background:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522337926186262882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/TKNJFdP_4WI/AAAAAAAADMo/tDi1m69V_ZE/s320/wedding2.bmp" border="0" />Isn't that GORGEOUS?!?! You can find more of these awesome pictures <a href="http://www.christinacarrollphotography.com/">here</a> at Christina's blog - check out the rest of the wedding, I got sidetracked with the wreath/chandelier and couldn't focus on anything else...LOL!A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-17622596962353572582010-09-20T11:48:00.003-05:002010-09-20T12:23:43.629-05:00GIVE-AWAY!!!I know, I know...I never post over here anymore...I'm such a BAD blogger!<br /><br /><br />But if you'll forgive me, I think that I have something that might interest other brides-to-be (and really, women eveywhere!) out there...just<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><a href="http://amotheragain.blogspot.com/2010/09/birth-announcements-and-prize.html">CLICK HERE</a></strong></span></div><br /><br />to find out some information about a give-away that I'm doing on my other blog! It's for 10 FREE photo cards from Shutterfly...and could really come in handy for party invitations, thank you cards, wedding announcements, and all of those other occassions that you need photo cards for!!<br /><br /><br />So jump on over and chekc it out...easy to enter, easy to win!A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-47448590342703588452010-07-10T08:00:00.000-05:002010-07-10T08:00:04.535-05:00Meredith and Robert - Wedding<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>I don’t know about you, but as a bride, I went through several phases where I didn’t really want to look at bridal stuff anymore. You know, now that I’m not a bride. I cut myself off from Weddingbee several weeks before the wedding, and have not really looked at it much since then. Same goes for the other bridal sites that I used to visit…but there are a few that I still take a peek at every once in a while.<br /><br />Pink Posh Photography is one of those sites. Truly, their work is amazing and sometimes just takes my breath away. I stumbled across this wedding the other day (now that I'm on partial bed rest with LOTS of time on my hands!) that they covered several months ago and had to share the pictures with you. Of course, these are just my favorites and you should totally go to their <a href="http://blogs.pinkposh.com/">blog</a> and check out the rest! </div><br /><div></div><div>Every bride needs a shot like this one...</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491920014956459778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/TDc4J_pWdwI/AAAAAAAADLQ/5jp44hu4NWY/s320/mr1.bmp" border="0" />Love, love, LOVE her shoes!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491920179481134018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/TDc4TkjFw8I/AAAAAAAADLY/8FFlCJ3nwkY/s320/mr2.bmp" border="0" />I love her color choices…probably not colors that I would have ever thought to put together, but they totally work together! Just shows the "shortness" of my own vision!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491920528756804146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/TDc4n5s5ijI/AAAAAAAADLg/XXPRhelMYwc/s320/mr3.bmp" border="0" />And paired with something as simple as hypercium berries for the boys, the colors for the girls "pop" that much more!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491921063314088450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/TDc5HBFSYgI/AAAAAAAADLw/C1j5qt5k0M0/s320/mr5.bmp" border="0" /></div><div></div><div>A GORGEOUS ceremony site...</div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491920892061394002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/TDc49DHdpFI/AAAAAAAADLo/ktvyiV6BgKE/s320/mr4.bmp" border="0" /> Stunning reception area...it really needed only minimal decorations...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491921247914199858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/TDc5RwxYizI/AAAAAAAADL4/jvVEWRsTeF4/s320/mr6.bmp" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491921918546559858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/TDc54zEmQ3I/AAAAAAAADMQ/eWLZZLanPU8/s320/mr7.bmp" border="0" /> <div></div>And I LOVE this shot of their rings...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491921751128999634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/TDc5vDZJBtI/AAAAAAAADMI/FzEazCKBp6w/s320/mr8.bmp" border="0" /> The wedding was really beautiful, and Pink Posh Photography did a fantastic job (as always!) of capturing their special day! Go on over and check out their other work if you an Austin/Dallas/Houston area bride...you won't be disappointed!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-61983756435389437582010-07-09T06:00:00.000-05:002010-07-09T06:00:06.511-05:00Ceremony DetailsI’ve gotten a few questions about the rest of our ceremony and what it was like to undertake such a big task as writing your own ceremony. I’m not really a write, and I used a lot of sources for our ceremony to gather some inspiration, but there were two main ones: Mrs. Cherry Pie from Weddingbee (LOVED her ceremony!) and our officiant’s personal collection of ceremonies. <br /><br />You see, we were lucky enough to be married by our friend, who just also happened to be a minister. It made the whole ceremony VERY personal, and you know that I liked having free reign to write up whatever I wanted and he would comply. No rules to follow or suggestions for improvement. He had three different scripts that he typically used for weddings, and gave me copies of those to choose from or told me that we could come up with something totally our own. He would just follow our lead. In fact, when I sent him the finalized ceremony script about two weeks before the wedding he emailed me back and told me that he and his wife cried when they read it! I was touched that he liked it that much. <br /><br />Like I said before, I knew that I wanted to incorporate a hand fasting ceremony in lieu of a unity candle or sand ceremony...so that was set WAY before we knew what we wanted from the rest of the ceremony. And I won’t lie here...reading and following along Mrs. Cherry Pie’s wedding recaps and finding out that they too had chosen a hand fasting kind of sealed the deal on possibly using parts of her ceremony in ours! Instead of re-creating the wheel, and in an attempt to stay completely honest and not plagiarize anyone else’s work, here’s a <a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/09/24/write-your-own-wedding-ceremony/">link</a> to her post about their ceremony...where she got certain parts from, how she wrote it and the whole ceremony in detail. Her ceremony was definitely a BIG inspiration for our ceremony!<br /><br />I don’t have links to Dwayne’s ceremonies...or I would post links to them too. How frustrating!<br /><br />In the end, I wasn’t 100% happy with Mrs. Cherry Pie’s ceremony, and I wasn’t 100% happy with our minister’s ceremonies. So, taking the best of both worlds, I combined the two (or three or four) sample ceremonies that I had found (though most came from the two sources that I’ve mentioned) and my own words and phrases and made something that was completely 100% US. B loved it. I loved it. That’s all that counted in our book.<br /><br />In case you’re interested, here is our ceremony, broken out by segments:<br /><br /><em><strong>I. GREETING/WELCOME</strong><br /><br />Family and friends, we welcome you today to witness the marriage of B and S. <br /><br />Marriage is a promise, made in the hearts of two people who love each other. This promise takes a lifetime to fulfill. Within the circle of its love, marriage encompasses all of life’s most important relationships. A wife and husband are each other’s lover, teacher, listener, critic and best friend. <br /><br />Today, B and S demonstrate their devotion to each other by dedicating themselves to a life together. And they show their respect for each other by setting forth to honor the vows they have created. Today, their lives, which began on separate paths, will be joined as one.<br /><br />Who gives their blessing to this union?<br /><br />Dad: “Her Mother and I do”<br /><br /></em><em><strong>II. ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF FAMILY/FRIENDS<br /></strong><br />Today represents not only the joining of B and S, but also the joining of their families and friends. <br /><br />On behalf of B and S, thank you for joining us. They are delighted that you have come to share their joy during this special day. By your presence, you celebrate with them the love they have discovered in each other and you support their decision to commit themselves in a lifelong relationship. You have shared and contributed to their lives in the past, and by witnessing their marriage ceremony today, B and S ask you to share in their future. <br /><br />B and S would like to recognize their parents on this occasion. They offer profound gratitude for all the love and care their parents showed in raising them. Parents, the unconditional gifts of love and support that you have continually offered have inspired them to become who they are today, and they thank you, from the bottom of their hearts. Without you, this day would not be possible. <br /><br />They are blessed to share their wedding day with you, their family and friends, and thank each of you for making the effort to be here.<br /><br />B and S have also asked that we take a moment to honor those loved ones who are not with us today. <br /><br />Please take a moment of silence. <br /><br />[Moment of silence]<br /><br /></em><em><strong>III. STATEMENT OF INTENT<br /></strong><br />S and B, do you, with family and friends as your witnesses, present yourselves willingly and of your own accord to be joined in marriage?<br /><br />B & S: “We do.”<br /><br />B, do you take S to be your wife? Will you love, honor, and cherish her, in good times and bad, and do you promise to stay true to her as long as you both shall live?<br /><br />B: “I do.”<br /><br />S, do you take B to be your husband? Will you love, honor, and cherish her, in good times and bad, and do you promise to stay true to her as long as you both shall live?<br /><br />S: “I do.”<br /><br />Deep abiding affection, the magical and compelling shared impulse that makes us seek each others company, is among the greatest gifts of the human experience. Those of us who have been fortunate enough to find and express the kind of loving devotion that we are celebrating here today knows that it is an awesome and beautiful thing. <br /><br />This understanding brings me to a few suggestions for you, B and S. First, be constantly grateful for the presence of this precious person who has chosen to make a life with you. For it is a choice that each of you have made, to combine your lives with one another.<br /><br />Secondly, make each other the recipient of daily kindness. The world can be a tough place and any of us can be subject to rough handling. Be generous with compliments. Be attentive and helpful. <br /><br />Last, but perhaps most importantly, make truth the unfailing bedrock of your lives together. A happy, loving marriage is built on trust and respect. That trust and respect can only be sustained if you are both deeply committed to always being open and truthful in every exchange, no matter how small. <br /><br />My hope for you is this; that you have many long years to delight in each other’s company, to feel gratitude for your great good fortune in having found and loved each other, to make a home together that is both sheltering and welcoming, to each do meaningful, productive work at home and in the world and to love and be loved by the friends and family who have come here today to support you…<br /><br />May you pledge to each other to be loving friends and partners in marriage. To talk and to listen, to trust and appreciate one another; to respect and cherish each other’s uniqueness, and to support, comfort, and strengthen each other through life’s joys and sorrows. May you promise to share hopes, thoughts, and dreams as you build your lives together. May your lives be ever entwined, your love keeping you together. May you build a home that is compassionate to all, full of respect and honor for others and each other. May your home be forever filled with peace, happiness and love.<br /><br /></em><em><strong>IV. VOWS<br /></strong><br />S, B – please face each other and hold hands. <br /><br />[bouquet hand off]<br /><br />B, as you look at S, please repeat these words after me:<br /><br />I B, take you S to be my wife / to have and to hold, from this day forward / to love, honor, and cherish / to comfort and respect, in sorrow or in joy / in hardship or in plenty, so long as we both shall live.<br /><br />S, as you look at B, please repeat these same words:<br /><br />I S, take you B to be my husband / to have and to hold, from this day forward / to love, honor, and cherish / to comfort and respect, in sorrow or in joy / in hardship or in plenty, so long as we both shall live.<br /><br /><strong>V. RING EXCHANGE</strong><br /><br />The ring is a symbol of unity into which your two lives are now joined in an unbroken circle, in which, wherever you go, you will return to one another.<br /><br />B do you have a ring for S?<br /><br />[B gets S’s ring and takes her left hand]<br /><br />B, please repeat after me:<br /><br />I, B, give to you S / this ring as a symbol of my commitment / to love, honor and respect you.<br /><br />S, do you have a ring for B?<br /><br />[S gets B’s ring and take his left hand]<br />S, please repeat after me:<br /><br />I, S, give to you B / this ring as a symbol of my commitment / to love, honor and respect you.<br /><br /></em><em><strong>VI. HANDFASTING<br /></strong><br />S, take B’s hands palms up, so you may see the gift that they are to you:<br /><br />These are the hands of your best friend, young and strong and vibrant with love. They are holding yours on your wedding day, as he promises to love you all the days of his life.<br /><br />Now B, take S’s hands, palms up, so you may see the gift that they are to you:<br /><br />These are the hands of your best friend, smooth, young and carefree. They are holding yours on your wedding day, as she promises to love you all the days of her life. <br /><br />Now, please join hands so that they may be fasted in the ways of old. Remember then as your hands are fasted, these are not the ties that bind…<br /><br />[Cords are held aloft by Best Man]<br /><br />The love already shared by your hearts has been strengthened by the vows you have taken.<br /><br />You will be bound by your love as you are bound by your clasped hands from now until the end of your days.<br /><br />[As the following is recited, the couples hands are wrapped with cords by Best Man]<br /><br />These are the hands that will passionately love you and cherish you through the years, and with the slightest touch will comfort you like no other.<br /><br />These are the hands that will work alongside yours, as you build your future together.<br /><br />These are the hands that will hold you whenever illness, fear, or grief may find you.<br /><br />These are the hands that will give you strength when you need it.<br /><br />These are the hands that will tenderly hold your children.<br /><br />These are the hands that even when wrinkled and aged, will still be reaching for yours.<br /><br />[Binding is finished and cords are knotted]<br /><br />Bless these hands that you see before you this day.<br />May they always reach out with love, gentleness and respect.<br />May they build a loving relationship that lasts a lifetime.<br />May they always be held by one another.<br />If you follow these words and heed this sacred binding, your hands will heal, protect, shelter and guide.<br />Now, you may remove the cords, but remember the knot as a lasting symbol of your binding and commitment.<br /><br />[Cords are removed and stored]<br /><br /><strong>VII. PRONOUNCEMENT AND PRESENTATION</strong><br /><br />S…B, may the love that has brought you together continue to grow and enrich your lives. May you meet with courage the problems that arise to challenge you and may your relationship always be one of love and trust. May the happiness that you share today be with you always and may every word that you have pledged here be a living truth in your lives. <br /><br />May your home be a haven of peace and your relationship be one of truth and understanding. May you enjoy length of days, fulfillment of hopes, and peace and content as you, day by day, live and fulfill the terms of this covenant you have made with one another. May God bless and honor your lives together. <br /><br />And now, for as much as you have made your vows, each to the other, and have declared the same by giving and receiving your rings, in recognition of the above, and in accordance with the laws and statutes of the State of Texas, I pronounce that you are husband and wife. <br /><br />Groom, you may kiss your Bride. <br /><br />[Kiss]<br /><br />[B and S turn to face family and friends, collecting bouquet back]<br /><br />It is my honor and privilege to present Mr. and Mrs. B.<br /><br />[Bride and Groom go back down the aisle, followed by attendants and parents/grandparents]<br /><br />The Bride and Groom would like to invite you all to stay for the reception that will begin shortly just across the way in Redbud Hall. We do have some quick pictures to take first, so we will ask the family to remain seated for those pictures, but the rest of the guests can go ahead and make your way across to the reception hall. <br /><br />Thank you for coming.</em><br /><br />In the end, the ceremony ran right at about 30 minutes...Dwayne was a little nervous and made it through the ceremony faster than any of the times that he had practiced at home. It was the perfect length, not too long and not too short. <br /><br />I hope that this answers some of the questions that you might have had regarding our ceremony. Like I said, a lot of this came from Mrs. Cherry Pie’s ceremony and our minister’s own ceremonies...I hope that it helps some of you brides out there!A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-50571804592670877382010-06-30T08:00:00.000-05:002010-06-30T08:00:06.309-05:00Our Grand Exit...Yep, it’s that time…time to take our leave and say goodbye. I kid you not when I say that the night passed by in a blur. There were moments that the wedding and reception seemed to slow down so that I could take it all in, but at other times the night just FLEW BY! Before I knew it, a limo had arrived and pulled up in front of our reception hall. Since I knew that we didn’t get a limo, I was sure that he was at the wrong hall and I went out there myself to have a talk with him. Plus, it was 30 minutes too early…I still had dancing to do!<br /><br />You see, we had a friend who’s brother owns a limo service. So we knew that we had a car coming, but G had already warned us that he would NOT be able to get us a limo for that night, just a car. That was fine with us, we didn’t care as long as someone else was driving – not that we were drinking that much, but we just didn’t want to have to worry about getting ourselves to our hotel. I went out to tell the limo driver that he was at the wrong hall and got the surprise of my life. Turns out that G’s brother had been able to pull a few strings (or had a last-minute cancellation) and was able to send a limo for us! Yippee!! What fun!!<br /><br />He knew that he was early, and was fine waiting, so I trotted my happy self back inside to continue dancing away. Within about 30 minutes though, the DJ announced that this was the last song and then gave instructions for everyone to line up outside taking packets of rose petals along with them. I have to admit that I was sort of surprised at the lack of guests that formed the “going away” line…I’ve seen it repeatedly over the last few years, that it’s just not a trend for guests to stay and be there when the bride and groom leave the reception, but it was still a shock. The only wedding I can think of where I did that was when we had our kids with us and it was getting late…but whatever. There were still plenty of people left to form a good, solid line and we spent a few extra minutes alone on the dance floor to allow the line to form and the photographers to get all set up.<br /><br />Oh, and in the 30 minutes that the limo driver was waiting on all of this to occur, our bridal party made quick work of getting our limo decorated for us. Check out their handiwork! <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RCzrjBFoiFlhOM8dyjWvRg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZ0R95JNI/AAAAAAAAAl4/VpZyDdMhA1w/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9251.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lP8xvw6ApZMhfiWJutMXAg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZ1NH55uI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qu0kXV98hEM/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9253.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cQwIk_hWWruiMOVfz2F-Vw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZ1yfA8HI/AAAAAAAAAmA/_NFhkEM258A/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9254.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>I have to admit to being VERY relieved that all decorations were kept in the PG category, if you know what I mean!<br /><br />Once the line was ready and we were given the signal, we rushed out and made our way down the LONG sidewalk to the limo…catching rose petals and goodbye wishes along the way… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oYFEF43TydHVmhG4lJD5fw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZ290s9JI/AAAAAAAAAmI/-NrOUOFYX40/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9259.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LexBw2kw00S4xkySl5kEnA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZ4DhZCbI/AAAAAAAAAmM/i8YCUrBr05s/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9262.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And yes, even rose petals thrown just so will hurt a bride and groom – did you see that look on my face? By the time that we got to the end, the petals were fewer and further between… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Z8fxSTiHfVJQmc42N40BTw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZ5Eh0lSI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/biTy6TJTbAY/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9263.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>But as you’ll notice, someone (REALLY don’t know who!) shoved a whole handful of petals down the front of my dress…I’m not really sure why? <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fKvYlf-PEMaLFszbHwSUwA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZ5qajPiI/AAAAAAAAAmU/mKXtFIur_-o/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9264.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>We said our goodbyes to the kiddos… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sxkjKbM1IPXEdcYGffuLow?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZ6iKzIMI/AAAAAAAAAmY/vB0PN_aF8Gw/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9265.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>One of them was completely ok with the fact that he was spending the night with Grandma…and the other one? Well, let’s just say that she had just put two and two together and come up with four. And four meant that she was NOT going with Mommy…and as fun as spending the night with Gigi and the girls had previously sounded, right at this moment it was NOT cool!<br /><br />To try to stem the guilt flowing heavily through my heart, and to drown out the sound of her tears, I quickly made my escape into the limo…B on the other hand? <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_apjT_gicUbvOqwN2OImew?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZ7b2bB3I/AAAAAAAAAmc/eB-qubWJW6A/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9267.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Yeah, this was when he decided to make a “Thank You” speech to all of the remaining guests and to wish them all a good night. It’s too bad that the photographer didn’t catch me reaching out and pulling him into the limo and telling the limo driver to “GO!” on film…that would have been priceless! He was confused for a minute, until I explained about little J being so upset…then he settled in to play with all the buttons in the limo.<br /><br />We had a good 30 minute drive to our hotel in downtown Austin that my new in-laws had gifted us with, so we settled in for the drive. At that point, the exhaustion was hitting me pretty hard and I was pooped! We talked about how great the wedding and reception went, how much fun we had and how much fun we thought our guests had, and of course we smooched a bit in the backseat. Before I knew it, we were pulling up at The Four Seasons hotel in downtown Austin and getting the “white glove treatment” from everyone that we saw.<br /><br />Yes, it’s glamorous to arrive at your 5-star hotel in a limo…and a wedding dress…you’d be amazed though at how many people actually ask you if you got married. Nah, I just wore a wedding dress for a night out on the town…but I laughed each time someone asked us! We quickly checked in, went upstairs and settled in for the night…as man and wife!!!<br /><br />**All photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.christinacarrollphotography.com/">Christina Carroll Photography</a><br /><br />Need to catch up? Here’s some links:<br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-spa-day.html">Girls’ Spa Day</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/bachelorettebachelor-party.html">Bachelor/Bachelorette Party</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/setting-up-venue.html">Setting Up the Venue…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/practice-makes-perfect.html">Practice Makes Perfect…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/rehearsal-dinner.html">Rehearsal Dinner</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-minutes-is-all-that-i-need.html">5 Minutes is All that I Need</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-stop-at-hair-salon.html">A “Quick” Stop at the Hair Salon</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peek-at-venue.html">A Sneak Peek at the Venue...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/arriving-at-venueto-stay.html">Arriving at the Venue...to Stay!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-dressed.html">Getting Dressed</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/maids-pose-for-camera.html">The Maids Pose for the Camera...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-im-out-of-order.html">Oops - I’m Out of Order!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-smile-and-say-cheese.html">The Boys Smile and Say “Cheese!”</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-show-time.html">It’s Show Time!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride.html">Here Comes the Bride!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/becoming-man-and-wife.html">Becoming Man and Wife...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-man-and-wife.html">We’re Man and Wife!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-pictures.html">Family Pictures</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-thats-love.html">Now THAT’S Love!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/group-says-cheese.html">The “Group” Says Cheese!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-its-just-us.html">Now It’s Just Us...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-smallest-things.html">It’s the Smallest Things...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride-and-groom.html">Here Comes the Bride! And Groom!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/raise-your-glasses.html">Raise Your Glasses...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-cake-buffet.html">Our Cake Buffet</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/great-cake-cutting-debate.html">The Great Cake Cutting Debate</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-danced.html">We Danced...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-more-special-dances.html">Two More Special Dances...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-lucky-girland-one-excited-guy.html">One Lucky Girl...and One “Excited” Guy!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/many-faces-of-bride.html">The Many Faces of a Bride...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/06/kids.html">The Kids...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-danced-night-away.html">We Danced the Night Away!</a>A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-86532339033741456452010-06-25T06:00:00.000-05:002010-06-25T06:00:10.186-05:00We Danced the Night Away!This will be a pretty picture-heavy post…I’m bound and determined to finish these recaps before I give birth…so cross your fingers for me that I make it!<br /><br />I already showed you what a good time some of the kiddos had…but they weren’t the only ones! I think that our DJ did a great job of playing music that we requested, music that kept the people out on the dance floor, and taking requests from guests. Yes, there was a song or two that was played that Brent asked me “Why did we choose THAT song?!?!”…but it turns out that they were guest requests. But enough from me - take a look at what a good time was had by one and all...us girls got our groove on!<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XBjTYa8ZeHKgqx_X9YfpHg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlJg1HKfI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/q_JwDKM7oKk/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9065.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ODBeqGCsSJSV5UBIkpCKOA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlKqy1R5I/AAAAAAAAAYU/dkyT7KBf6_A/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9066.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iKnQChXdBx9VPoSLJwwAeQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlO3vE_OI/AAAAAAAAAYo/tglHFQDGno4/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9081.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dIjWZ9TVadN-Sx1x6hTdhw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlP2mKMSI/AAAAAAAAAYs/TBCncPomx4A/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9086.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />I’m really NOT sure how this one didn’t make the “funny faces” post…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Q4nZaN9ptttzp5sKzqmJ_A?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlLSPMhOI/AAAAAAAAAYY/koL969b9hT8/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9067.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />And here’s the requisite picture of the bride dancing while holding on to her alcoholic drink for dear life!<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/q5kZrzVxP8JoTX5EuHRKnw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlGfUjLVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/RSF0lapCNuY/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9044.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />At one point during the night, the boys took a break and toasted each other back at the bar when Brent's one music request "A Country Boy Can Survive" was played…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UtgeL1ZJSGamdDd1ow3nBw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlD44u-5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Nq8sVrH2u1Y/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9023.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NjlgFrY04IhYZq4UEmG-8g?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlE0MqOpI/AAAAAAAAAX0/0CmcESrHPtk/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9025.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />It was a tradition of theirs or something…but don’t be fooled – they tore up the dance floor as well…check it out!<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GWQYE9O1-OURGfW3JHMmHQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rleU3L1FI/AAAAAAAAAZs/W1jSKIK2KmY/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9146.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_kiGXMrN_5e1BCGTWNqZQQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlfH7N56I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2Cohwbicyrs/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9151.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/46ATRlJ2GQXSNfrPon_NYg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlhMx1uuI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xXTFV8ahiFI/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9161.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VJPWxPM7FdKXckYk8IB4wA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rliBaIP-I/AAAAAAAAAaA/QSAYooMxtWk/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9162.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Yes, the YMCA was done…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kksicTyibN5G-TmHK6skIA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlXogYHEI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/W6q3afiOm-w/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9128.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />My Mom even joined in on that one!<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SmBPivT5GYWp6cXripp6sA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlV08uDII/AAAAAAAAAZI/VQl2I9vcVAc/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9118.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />And at one point there was a Congo Line…though I really couldn’t tell you why…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/L1X_nQoXWiiZiu_NuebkKg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlW0o7FkI/AAAAAAAAAZM/-yc30mY5Uts/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9123.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />And there was line dancing too…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YWkSzWDxxCgmdNLe0kTsQg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlb_u-4AI/AAAAAAAAAZg/jUkLqML2gGU/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9137.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />I even managed to get my new step-son on the dance floor with me…isn’t he cute?!?!<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nbbiLsa4Ik4eRnWn8LqrwQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlH7Wn8vI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-q7Z8dK1giE/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9059.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ovVywsc5SzA8uhzp141vCA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlI5ObtDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/8BIDiTOBGQA/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9060.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />And at one point, Brent and I managed a quick two-step…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OGqaDt3EK3Iz3ixcZUnJ2w?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlDKhyRiI/AAAAAAAAAXs/fQZzAX5c1DU/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9016.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Then it seems that neither MOH or I could find our husbands, so we made do with each other…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vmGqWaddWffnWjHEIDfpkw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlYWi1EkI/AAAAAAAAAZU/3eZdiGLFHbE/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9133.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Before long, the music got a little raunchier…and the dancing got a good bit dirtier…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Cqs1V2AnTJbBR8ndiC6KXw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlQ6Is9dI/AAAAAAAAAYw/_no_75NjJLg/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9091.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IUfV1UF8qPJ7UkreN0UYWA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlSaf71oI/AAAAAAAAAY4/VJxOYc-aD1Q/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9092.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YTi2-O54dstyWx6SAY6fGw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlUNBQl6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/s7LJNl0prVQ/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9104.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />And I got hot! That’s the one thing that no one told me about wedding dresses – they get HOT!! So I improvised a quick fan from one of our programs, and went on with my grooving…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kuXkjj2zxQAjHqVXALaskw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rli5GRymI/AAAAAAAAAaE/TK8zruqTg1E/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9164.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Last, but certainly not least, a circle was formed at some point, and we all went out one by one (or in pairs) and strutted our stuff…The Bride took her turn…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/EwaE7KBGYV85qygHQf8Yxg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rllo2JNfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RtGdHSz82GA/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9186.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />…with my fan, of course!<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NA6Qi7IAF0io5vHZFJFMtQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlmYuROfI/AAAAAAAAAaU/TBckV6A_t9o/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9187.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />And a co-worker really showed us how it was done…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WdpCgZYq9jWT8mkIk69PJA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rljgpXYoI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Pj9P0gLij10/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9184.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-Y8DDWSq0Il34lWickrgJw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlsK60GLI/AAAAAAAAAaw/BFuWTnZpwlQ/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0381.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />But even with all of HIS moves, I think that the Groom and one of his guys took the cake!<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-oxjTBl83E6MDaEDQ5fEiw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlnfjLoAI/AAAAAAAAAaY/IMcqSXKusVk/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9188.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_PexTGT1R63X3jvsMGUEWQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rloYFlLKI/AAAAAAAAAac/n1F5sqrkTuw/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9189.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pPtqVsdtbB1f4Rw2nmhGnw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlpZdpJ0I/AAAAAAAAAag/sRfkU_XbmIQ/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9190.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />That was B on the left...Yep, they took it “old school” and had a blast doing it.<br /><br />I have to tell you that I danced so much that I literally could not feel my toes for three days after the wedding. I did take a break here and there, once to put on flip flops, but for the most part I was on the dance floor from the minute the dancing started until it was time for us to leave…<br /><br />A blast was had by one and all, and our friends and co-workers are still talking about what a great party we threw at our wedding. To be honest, I don’t think that anyone could pay me a higher compliment. I worked hard to make our wedding special, meaningful and FUN…so to still hear them talking about what a great time they all had…well, it just melts my heart!<br /><br />**All photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.christinacarrollphotography.com/">Christina Carroll Photography</a><br /><br />Need to catch up? Here’s some links:<br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-spa-day.html">Girls’ Spa Day</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/bachelorettebachelor-party.html">Bachelor/Bachelorette Party</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/setting-up-venue.html">Setting Up the Venue…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/practice-makes-perfect.html">Practice Makes Perfect…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/rehearsal-dinner.html">Rehearsal Dinner</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-minutes-is-all-that-i-need.html">5 Minutes is All that I Need</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-stop-at-hair-salon.html">A “Quick” Stop at the Hair Salon</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peek-at-venue.html">A Sneak Peek at the Venue...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/arriving-at-venueto-stay.html">Arriving at the Venue...to Stay!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-dressed.html">Getting Dressed</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/maids-pose-for-camera.html">The Maids Pose for the Camera...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-im-out-of-order.html">Oops - I’m Out of Order!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-smile-and-say-cheese.html">The Boys Smile and Say “Cheese!”</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-show-time.html">It’s Show Time!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride.html">Here Comes the Bride!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/becoming-man-and-wife.html">Becoming Man and Wife...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-man-and-wife.html">We’re Man and Wife!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-pictures.html">Family Pictures</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-thats-love.html">Now THAT’S Love!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/group-says-cheese.html">The “Group” Says Cheese!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-its-just-us.html">Now It’s Just Us...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-smallest-things.html">It’s the Smallest Things...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride-and-groom.html">Here Comes the Bride! And Groom!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/raise-your-glasses.html">Raise Your Glasses...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-cake-buffet.html">Our Cake Buffet</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/great-cake-cutting-debate.html">The Great Cake Cutting Debate</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-danced.html">We Danced...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-more-special-dances.html">Two More Special Dances...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-lucky-girland-one-excited-guy.html">One Lucky Girl...and One “Excited” Guy!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/many-faces-of-bride.html">The Many Faces of a Bride...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/06/kids.html">The Kids...</a>A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-13003431949142442302010-06-09T08:00:00.000-05:002010-06-09T08:00:08.687-05:00The Kids...Miss me? Yeah, I missed you too! This nesting phase is kicking my butt, I tell you…too much to do and not enough time to do it all in…but enough about that.<br /><br />I kept mentioning (back when I blogged here regularly) that we had a lot of kids at our wedding. And since the phrase “a lot” could mean different things to different people, I thought that maybe I should give you some proof. To me, a lot is not 5. A lot is not 10. A lot is closer to 20.<br /><br />We had almost 40 kids at our wedding.<br /><br />Yes, I typed that correctly…4 – 0. Forty. Like the number of days and nights that it rained while Noah was on the Ark. I don’t care who you are or where you’re from. Forty kids in one place is a LOT of kids!<br /><br />But they had a blast! Check out these pics for proof…some of them stood around in a circle…being all “cool”…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lZB2HhENk1x3mLdvObtJkw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sasG9Zs7I/AAAAAAAAAmk/xWh9iqNuAHU/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8763.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ynFXHIycUFKG2LTtdPFZlA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9satXElhoI/AAAAAAAAAmo/jbHPQ0qg-OA/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8765.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />While others wanted to hang out on the edge of the stage…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kDzDgyGWoAeKg6IlIl9B2Q?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sax3n-byI/AAAAAAAAAnU/JdBTsbLRDjc/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8913.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Nf5NHNUS-pqYoH6rg1yn8w?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sa4ON0ceI/AAAAAAAAAn0/U6JyS4J-p-k/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9171.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />After my dance with J was over, all of the little girls wanted to dance with me at once, so I obliged…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DAO9lHDVt4GJs-slYVG9YQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9savl-dQdI/AAAAAAAAAm4/kwNCSbk93nw/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8904.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hTr2uSo7KH5wS1cBkYYVpA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9saujap87I/AAAAAAAAAms/iN-UemlIJIQ/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8903.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IlSet56xOWbLsltXx8kUkg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sawoxnypI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/5p-1KunJI28/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8907.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Later on, they danced with each other…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PkVyQ0alEtCGLF2t4wxbhw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sayqDbR-I/AAAAAAAAAnY/Zqn6hjL0UsU/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8914.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FVrjsimwAvL29j2DknOl_g?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sazoF0mCI/AAAAAAAAAnc/yZmp_mDLmQs/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8938.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />And they danced with their moms/dads…or any adult that was willing to hold them while they danced…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/y1RHrvfcIKviwyphTXsjOA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlAhETRII/AAAAAAAAAXg/JH603Nw5EEM/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8999.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2tgKXhsaZRmxyTWv5MOx3w?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlCXbAH5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/9HbIGFB_pMc/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9012.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Sometimes other adults with moves will work…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1zwMCEyEXHl1gj95HLO19Q?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rk7eV80qI/AAAAAAAAAXM/xn1AmilNpJ4/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8928.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fqYyqyjyoIyulG1xBaPEgg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rk8c76bnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/tKiN8jzMZVg/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8949.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zt5cb05kLzAERcgs6_8hMw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlBpSSdBI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZpFiYs7QxhI/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9000.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />While other times, only Daddy is acceptable…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bcjergZy1aH707pDmCyakA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlFanCdBI/AAAAAAAAAX4/DNqnfvMWleE/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0355.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Or just hung out on their own, doing their own thing…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/S-p0mRgOMD1in8nBxzhKGA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sa0FgQgaI/AAAAAAAAAng/5VswKtR49pw/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8940.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Maybe some of them played games on the dance floor…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/R30_KTN4ue5soz6VI1TC7w?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sa1EpMadI/AAAAAAAAAnk/SQyr1gW6Hcs/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8953.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />While others put up a good fight against getting on the dance floor…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/D0LaIEoCDN4UnxTkIM7wHQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sa2RdCjqI/AAAAAAAAAns/TaW0R7wtVs8/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0364.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1WXFqFSCiV4OlNGPilM56g?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sa3DnXrtI/AAAAAAAAAnw/GrjWmAagWV8/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0365.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />But most guys, even those that are only 11, know when to give up the good fight and just go along with us crazy women…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fAMrF3gaY3QE1m-ummAWhw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sa1n7ajfI/AAAAAAAAAno/fuCpAPJk0eY/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0318.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />But as bashful as some of them were, there was one that really stands out in our wedding memories. One VERY special kid that really just made the dance floor. Allow me to introduce you to H, our friends’ son, who has more moves than any single child should have! Check him out…and get ready to smile!<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kC0NZdxA39P_beN-Ed_gpg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlMRt0sMI/AAAAAAAAAYc/MNBbQvInVyM/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9070.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sdP6hi4vXvCpwF_j_agvTQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlNfnb4oI/AAAAAAAAAYg/D3uEOLC120s/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9072.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/m4rJYH6-GW5ypA4SH1ZxbA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rla7I4QII/AAAAAAAAAZc/wh4hvwiq0n4/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9136.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />He even tried to give B some pointers…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/daRTwgLnwqzHgox7iQvWqg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlcmSqEVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/UrLdTlBoxL8/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9140.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4LMbir_ChiZmOKI3hi9lOg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rldq2F2cI/AAAAAAAAAZo/GojcRQsIOxA/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9142.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XSnZYh_6fdBp_2dFocesFQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlgKR5YOI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/5CgJvzrY3N0/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9154.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Oh man…he danced ALL. NIGHT. LONG. Wore his parents out. Wore me out. Wore all of us out! What a cutie…<br /><br />So, as you can see…having 40 kids at your wedding is not necessarily a bad thing…just make sure that you’ve got good music to keep them out on the dance floor grooving along with you!<br /><br />How did/do you plan on entertaining the kids coming to your wedding?<br /><br />**All photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.christinacarrollphotography.com/">Christina Carroll Photography</a><br /><br />Need to catch up? Here’s some links:<br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-spa-day.html">Girls’ Spa Day</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/bachelorettebachelor-party.html">Bachelor/Bachelorette Party</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/setting-up-venue.html">Setting Up the Venue…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/practice-makes-perfect.html">Practice Makes Perfect…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/rehearsal-dinner.html">Rehearsal Dinner</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-minutes-is-all-that-i-need.html">5 Minutes is All that I Need</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-stop-at-hair-salon.html">A “Quick” Stop at the Hair Salon</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peek-at-venue.html">A Sneak Peek at the Venue...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/arriving-at-venueto-stay.html">Arriving at the Venue...to Stay!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-dressed.html">Getting Dressed</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/maids-pose-for-camera.html">The Maids Pose for the Camera...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-im-out-of-order.html">Oops - I’m Out of Order!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-smile-and-say-cheese.html">The Boys Smile and Say “Cheese!”</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-show-time.html">It’s Show Time!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride.html">Here Comes the Bride!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/becoming-man-and-wife.html">Becoming Man and Wife...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-man-and-wife.html">We’re Man and Wife!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-pictures.html">Family Pictures</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-thats-love.html">Now THAT’S Love!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/group-says-cheese.html">The “Group” Says Cheese!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-its-just-us.html">Now It’s Just Us...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-smallest-things.html">It’s the Smallest Things...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride-and-groom.html">Here Comes the Bride! And Groom!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/raise-your-glasses.html">Raise Your Glasses...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-cake-buffet.html">Our Cake Buffet</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/great-cake-cutting-debate.html">The Great Cake Cutting Debate</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-danced.html">We Danced...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-more-special-dances.html">Two More Special Dances...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-lucky-girland-one-excited-guy.html">One Lucky Girl...and One “Excited” Guy!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/many-faces-of-bride.html">The Many Faces of a Bride...</a>A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-82382074665591815872010-05-29T08:00:00.000-05:002010-05-29T08:00:07.017-05:00The Many Faces of a Bride…Do you hate to be wrong? I do. Maybe it has something to do with being a woman, because let’s face it, we’re right MOST of the time…or maybe it’s just me. But I’d much rather be right than wrong. Although when it happens that I’m wrong, I’m generally a good sport about admitting it.<br /><br />Which leads us to this post…the entire time that we’ve been dating, B has gently joked with me about the many faces that I make while dancing. To his delight, I vehemently deny making funny faces when I dance and just accuse him of making fun of the way that I dance…I am just a white girl after all! But it’s been a constant, running joke between the two of us – sort of like the joke about how I snore…but I’m not ready to give that one up yet!<br /><br />But faced with our wedding pictures, I can no longer deny the obvious…apparently I DO make funny faces while dancing. Really funny faces. Like “What the heck was I DOING?!?!” sort of faces…maybe you do it too. I hope I’m not alone in this.<br /><br />So, babe, this post is for you. Just to show the blogging world that I’m wrong and you were right, and I CAN be a good sport about things. This is a post (with pictures) that is completely 100% about the funny faces that I make while dancing. I mean, we’ve already seen a few other pictures of some odd faces that I make randomly…but these take the cake!<br /><br />Check these out… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eE0zxGRuc4fTDODVYs8qIw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rk5pk1A0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/MaRh8z2UqiY/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8910.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Lucky for me, MOH is a good friend and doesn’t leave me alone making funny faces… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dfl8pYffxou-slbxRWbhRA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rk6ik-W6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/l_3C4G7R7BE/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8924.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lSb0qoMcNKzdvnE8OTjZpQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlHAxDvDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/rYkg1K4aF_s/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9058.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/x8vpfrbLVYPCu9PW2a5TaA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlOAKEhYI/AAAAAAAAAYk/AMcPNzwUAlg/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9073.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>I think that I must look goooood…or that’s what the expression on my face says to me now! <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YYDC7yhjXeX01mVTKRSHuQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlTMgmh_I/AAAAAAAAAY8/4Ni9lVSiV4I/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9099.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Maid Britney helps me out and makes a funny face of her own! <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7GyRh_ZdJyG2AyecHb4_cg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlU07Yz5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/i-rs1I1mCVI/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9112.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/x_QwFJKWZPXV7tmAxEVl6w?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlqFuT71I/AAAAAAAAAak/0Q1Olnmqtpg/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9192.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QmBftKP-VkTrokD7VK88iA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rltCkwGGI/AAAAAAAAAa0/tS005-ZibKI/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9240.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>I wasn’t being mean there…I’m 95% certain that that face was made during Michael Jackson’s “Thriller”…hopefully that explains a little bit of it… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2o--ZR1LdNTVHhpQc6b5SA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rltwQ6mBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/KZ17kAm0ryg/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9244.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Obviously Best Man S didn’t want me to be the only one… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2_TeYXC3xcrzs_SI6ffndw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlxVKsZ8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/bmuMdOO5RM4/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0409.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/icdzAu-n8AzYf29KZG2SkQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlvoe-OMI/AAAAAAAAAbA/W6fA_3pSmiI/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9247.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>But I know when to admit defeat in the face-making-while-dancing contest… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/N4NNaPQmXVGEcnFAMm_WrA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9rlwlMeyfI/AAAAAAAAAbE/q5rRV9Nf7NU/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9248.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>So there you have it…all the faces that a bride can make while dancing! I hope that you got a good chuckle out of those…because that was SO embarrassing to post!<br /><br />**All photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.christinacarrollphotography.com/">Christina Carroll Photography</a><br /><br />Need to catch up? Here’s some links:<br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-spa-day.html">Girls’ Spa Day</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/bachelorettebachelor-party.html">Bachelor/Bachelorette Party</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/setting-up-venue.html">Setting Up the Venue…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/practice-makes-perfect.html">Practice Makes Perfect…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/rehearsal-dinner.html">Rehearsal Dinner</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-minutes-is-all-that-i-need.html">5 Minutes is All that I Need</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-stop-at-hair-salon.html">A “Quick” Stop at the Hair Salon</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peek-at-venue.html">A Sneak Peek at the Venue...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/arriving-at-venueto-stay.html">Arriving at the Venue...to Stay!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-dressed.html">Getting Dressed</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/maids-pose-for-camera.html">The Maids Pose for the Camera...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-im-out-of-order.html">Oops - I’m Out of Order!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-smile-and-say-cheese.html">The Boys Smile and Say “Cheese!”</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-show-time.html">It’s Show Time!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride.html">Here Comes the Bride!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/becoming-man-and-wife.html">Becoming Man and Wife...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-man-and-wife.html">We’re Man and Wife!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-pictures.html">Family Pictures</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-thats-love.html">Now THAT’S Love!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/group-says-cheese.html">The “Group” Says Cheese!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-its-just-us.html">Now It’s Just Us...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-smallest-things.html">It’s the Smallest Things...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride-and-groom.html">Here Comes the Bride! And Groom!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/raise-your-glasses.html">Raise Your Glasses...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-cake-buffet.html">Our Cake Buffet</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/great-cake-cutting-debate.html">The Great Cake Cutting Debate</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-danced.html">We Danced...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-more-special-dances.html">Two More Special Dances...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-lucky-girland-one-excited-guy.html">One Lucky Girl...and One “Excited” Guy!</a>A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-84431313771568753612010-05-27T08:00:00.000-05:002010-05-27T08:00:04.508-05:00One Lucky Girl…and One “Excited” Guy!Isn’t that how you should refer to the catchers of the bouquet and garter? At most weddings, the participation on the girls side of things is usually a lot more…willing, shall we say? The girl that catches the bouquet usually is excited to get it and feels lucky that she caught it. But the guy that catches the garter? More often than not, you might see them tugging at their tie only minutes later…LOL!<br /><br />And that’s sort of how I felt about this part of the reception. I would really have been ok just skipping this whole toss tradition…but B wouldn’t hear about it. He wanted the chance to embarrass his single guy friends…not to mention the “fun” of taking my garter off! So, despite my best arguments against it, we kept this one in the line-up.<br /><br />I can’t tell you for sure when it happened. It was in the middle of all of the dancing…maybe about an hour before we left for the night? But it just seemed easier to slip this in my recaps right here before I start the dancing pictures…so here you go!<br /><br />First up, the ladies. There were quite a few out there to form the mob…even if it looks like maybe some of them are a bit “underage” to catch a bridal bouquet! <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tXhJCvCewwjb75KSxNZldA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZhYs_fnI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wWNMBb2nzHI/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9199.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>No, I’m not sure what that look on my face is about either…I know that Christina wanted me to do a few “practice” throws for the pictures, so maybe that’s what I was doing…who knows? <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/s2nn3nRR92BffdtUBPjCZg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZiMQnUpI/AAAAAAAAAk0/_eQ65yYJaqY/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9203.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And then I let it go… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/N2lqijR8SXkVccuj2aGsCA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZiydz0sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/rX-hw00QVJ8/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9208.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Our friend, Nicole, was the lucky one that night! And she was SO excited to get it! <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/rnuZsQYofaP3p3j2qjc7JA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZtBtgzjI/AAAAAAAAAlo/TpS_pJN0Il0/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0396.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CnNmmJG7kayQ9e6kAfd7jA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZkgzPlFI/AAAAAAAAAlA/STSQibfsLks/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9214.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Now I don’t know about you, but I think that the groom gets a LOT of enjoyment out of the garter toss…even if the guys catching it don’t really! I’m doing my best to keep my dress down (due to the cameras) and he’s doing his best to reach on in there! <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KLLTGlOqeUUptZhsxf8fhQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZlT-8j_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/IlojWnY19Y4/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9218.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/EdQH9-H28aOzAXbFzVUVXg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZmN1vQVI/AAAAAAAAAlI/H7yZs8Si31o/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9219.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Luckily for me, it just took a few “looks” to get good behavior out of my groom, and the garter was almost off… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7SLpD5S9HKSMms_U_sU3hQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZnPuuTaI/AAAAAAAAAlM/G9kyIGbT5Lk/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9221.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>He’s victorious! <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hjzaUTEE4AWSgFsUzicFwg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZn688uhI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/tesL5YP-n78/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9224.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And as you can see, the group of guys waiting to “catch” the garter is MUCH smaller…with only two that should really be catching it! <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LAZnFHc68DFL_XlRS_iqlw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZqrvyraI/AAAAAAAAAlc/8IBbQ1N41bE/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9235.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>B did a few practice throws too… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DlbIQm9H8_SEM-qXBXrRdg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZoqb7KJI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ivNXv7-kfSA/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9227.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6zB1eML76Kd6hKuMS7nPwA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZp_lINJI/AAAAAAAAAlY/i_UFAOUTGTU/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9232.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Now I don’t know about you, but it looks to me like the younger guys are working harder to get it than the two that actually count! <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/unMuqdO8SH2j2XI00PqSxw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZrunTqdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/uoFdtg7Tcz8/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9236.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And the outcome was pretty hilarious! <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hqO1TW9Y-2b0XUpx98Sisw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZuAOsHEI/AAAAAAAAAlw/T-DwBrBhmFA/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0405.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Looks like neither one of them really wanted it!<br /><br />The funny thing is that the two that caught it are a real-life couple friend of ours…so it was completely appropriate that they were the winners! <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kCkqcS6fOl9CDjPHd9zyLQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZsd9lssI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ovZGmhG-O_w/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-9239.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And even though I’d like to add a post script to tell you that catching the bridal bouquet DOES in fact work as far as getting you a proposal…I can’t do that. They are still together, happily, but no ring in sight at this time…much to her dismay! I’m sure that it’s coming, Nicole, be patient!<br /><br />**All photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.christinacarrollphotography.com/">Christina Carroll Photography</a><br /><br />Need to catch up? Here’s some links:<br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-spa-day.html">Girls’ Spa Day</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/bachelorettebachelor-party.html">Bachelor/Bachelorette Party</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/setting-up-venue.html">Setting Up the Venue…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/practice-makes-perfect.html">Practice Makes Perfect…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/rehearsal-dinner.html">Rehearsal Dinner</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-minutes-is-all-that-i-need.html">5 Minutes is All that I Need</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-stop-at-hair-salon.html">A “Quick” Stop at the Hair Salon</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peek-at-venue.html">A Sneak Peek at the Venue...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/arriving-at-venueto-stay.html">Arriving at the Venue...to Stay!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-dressed.html">Getting Dressed</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/maids-pose-for-camera.html">The Maids Pose for the Camera...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-im-out-of-order.html">Oops - I’m Out of Order!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-smile-and-say-cheese.html">The Boys Smile and Say “Cheese!”</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-show-time.html">It’s Show Time!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride.html">Here Comes the Bride!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/becoming-man-and-wife.html">Becoming Man and Wife...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-man-and-wife.html">We’re Man and Wife!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-pictures.html">Family Pictures</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-thats-love.html">Now THAT’S Love!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/group-says-cheese.html">The “Group” Says Cheese!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-its-just-us.html">Now It’s Just Us...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-smallest-things.html">It’s the Smallest Things...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride-and-groom.html">Here Comes the Bride! And Groom!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/raise-your-glasses.html">Raise Your Glasses...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-cake-buffet.html">Our Cake Buffet</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/great-cake-cutting-debate.html">The Great Cake Cutting Debate</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-danced.html">We Danced...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-more-special-dances.html">Two More Special Dances...</a>A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-58458453033457667732010-05-20T08:00:00.000-05:002010-05-20T08:00:07.902-05:00Two More Special Dances…After having our first dance as man and wife, it was time for the Father-Daughter dance. In reality, I wasn’t really sure that this was something that my Dad really wanted to do. I’m not being mean by saying that, just honest. I mean, this wasn’t my first wedding (as he kept reminding me), so I wasn’t sure if he’d want to do all the things that he didn’t do the last time…and I had to just swallow my pride and ask him about it. And don’t you know that when I did that, he acted like he’d never been anything but supportive of the idea for us to have a big wedding and of course he wanted to do a Father-Daughter dance with me.<br /><br />We could have easily have left it out, but I’m really glad that we did it. There was no Mother-Son dance, so it wouldn’t have been that odd if we’d left this one out…but like I said, I’m glad that he wanted to do this tradition this time around with me. I know my Dad well, and knew that he would really only be comfortable doing a waltz. With that in mind, I selected Natalie Cole’s version of “Unforgettable” as it’s one of our favorite songs and a great song to waltz to.<br /><br />Except that when we took the floor and the music began playing, there was another song playing at the same time. Right now, six months after the fact, I can’t recall what the other song was. But basically the problem was that we had given the DJ a burned CD for the songs that we wanted played that weren’t already in their library of songs…and of course, our First Dance song wasn’t in their library. So she had just played the Black Keys song off of the CD and then was switching to her library of music for the Natalie Cole song…but somehow the CD wouldn’t stop playing. It wasn’t really a big deal, other than there we were, my Dad and I just standing out in the middle of this dance floor waiting…and waiting…and waiting.<br /><br />Of course, I made good use of the time and reminded my Dad (repeatedly over and over) that I couldn’t go backwards like normal in our waltz. With my bustle, the dress was up off of the floor, but just barely and I was really concerned about tripping and falling flat on my face. Call me Grace…but if it was going to happen to someone on their wedding day, it would be me!<br /><br />Luckily, the music finally started and we moved into our motions. Without me going backwards. But leading me in the wrong direction kind of threw my Dad off a bit and we ended up doing a cross between a waltz and a two-step…it was cute though and no one but us could probably tell. But apparently we don’t take good pictures together, as this was the only really decent picture of the two of us dancing…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5Jd3JJrgWB2rCCveFNDESA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZUTQXaZI/AAAAAAAAAkI/u4G6UoOsUEY/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0291.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great picture of the two of us – the joy and laughter on my Dad’s face is just priceless. I just wish that we hadn’t been making such awful faces through the rest of the pictures!<br /><br />After that song ended, I got a small surprise. J came up to me and asked if it was her turn to dance with me now. I have to tell you that I nearly cried. If I had though ahead to plan this out, I couldn’t have done it better, but honestly it never crossed my mind that she would want a dance all on her own with me. Silly mommy! I quickly caught the DJ’s eye and requested what at the time was “our song” – Taylor Swift’s “Love Song.” We played this CD out in my car – at top volume and to this day, she still requests it on random days.<br /><br />I’ll let the pictures show you this special, unplanned dance…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8qVJihC3StHtCYByrKX-Gg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZWnDSiGI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Nam7bIML-cI/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8885.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5u_HMJYBbTvcIibmdWIWiQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZXSZ20wI/AAAAAAAAAkU/dha01f2Bn-o/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8886.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/a4DjePhNkCy-gHbGONA5hQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZYYBSTjI/AAAAAAAAAkY/2UgO218GQgo/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8887.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />And of course, she wanted to be spun around and around…<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ctG5P7Lsh-AHy8o58mQhaQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZZwh6mdI/AAAAAAAAAkg/kqeKD_zoaiE/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8894.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SFIwgZE1C2KancmuNUzbew?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZY9Rqc0I/AAAAAAAAAkc/S3zHCw13rTc/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8888.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZXHf8n_7-SfxoRhws-SurQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZasJ-S6I/AAAAAAAAAkk/b9klTuLj0qk/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8897.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DmewSNirtZp2QMDyaVgeqA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZVWgOLaI/AAAAAAAAAkM/CBSIX6y0sDg/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8884.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />And like the “little lady” that I’m trying to teach her to be, at the end of the dance I bowed and said “Thank you!”<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OoxI0kxU_pYvg8q_U-x43g?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZbNf_2yI/AAAAAAAAAko/tK2YFEhq2Lg/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0306.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Like I said, I couldn’t have planned this better if I’d tried…it was the perfect ending to the special dances before the dance floor was opened up to one and all!<br /><br />Did you have any “surprise” special dances at your wedding? Or are you planning on any? I’d love to hear about it!<br /><br />**All photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.christinacarrollphotography.com/">Christina Carroll Photography</a><br /><br />Need to catch up? Here’s some links:<br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-spa-day.html">Girls’ Spa Day</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/bachelorettebachelor-party.html">Bachelor/Bachelorette Party</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/setting-up-venue.html">Setting Up the Venue…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/practice-makes-perfect.html">Practice Makes Perfect…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/rehearsal-dinner.html">Rehearsal Dinner</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-minutes-is-all-that-i-need.html">5 Minutes is All that I Need</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-stop-at-hair-salon.html">A “Quick” Stop at the Hair Salon</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peek-at-venue.html">A Sneak Peek at the Venue...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/arriving-at-venueto-stay.html">Arriving at the Venue...to Stay!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-dressed.html">Getting Dressed</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/maids-pose-for-camera.html">The Maids Pose for the Camera...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-im-out-of-order.html">Oops - I’m Out of Order!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-smile-and-say-cheese.html">The Boys Smile and Say “Cheese!”</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-show-time.html">It’s Show Time!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride.html">Here Comes the Bride!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/becoming-man-and-wife.html">Becoming Man and Wife...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-man-and-wife.html">We’re Man and Wife!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-pictures.html">Family Pictures</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-thats-love.html">Now THAT’S Love!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/group-says-cheese.html">The “Group” Says Cheese!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-its-just-us.html">Now It’s Just Us...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-smallest-things.html">It’s the Smallest Things...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride-and-groom.html">Here Comes the Bride! And Groom!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/raise-your-glasses.html">Raise Your Glasses...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-cake-buffet.html">Our Cake Buffet</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/great-cake-cutting-debate.html">The Great Cake Cutting Debate</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-danced.html">We Danced...</a>A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-64015454750032898932010-05-18T08:00:00.000-05:002010-05-18T08:00:05.155-05:00We Danced...You would think that when you’re THIS close to finishing up your recaps that they would just flow right out of your fingertips and into your computer, huh? Yeah, not so much. Of course, that might have more to do with me entering into my third trimester...LOL! My focus is clearly on other things right now! But I WILL finish these up within the next week or two hopefully...then I can really concentrate on baby stuff...<br /><br />So when we last met, we had listened to our friends’ moving speeches and fed each other some cake...no, I’m not going to mention the icing on my face that also happened...which means that now it’s time for dancing! I guess that it’s normal at most weddings for the dancing to not “officially” start until after the bride and groom have their first dance, and our wedding was no exception. And from the looks of some of the dancers in our crowd, it was past time to get the party started!<br /><br />I mentioned before that we didn’t really practice our first dance. That’s true. We sort of planned on a junior high school shuffle around the floor with some twirls and spins thrown in for good measure…but all done on the spur-of-the-moment. Since we had actually talked about it, sort of, I guess that could be considered planning? Yeah, I didn’t think so either!<br /><br />Either way, it worked out perfectly...Brent took my hand and led me out onto the dance floor as “our song” started playing. (You know that you never really realize how long a song actually is until it’s just you two on the dance floor with everyone watching you and snapping your picture, right?) Our dance was nothing special and everything that we wanted all at the same time... <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/g1VHMcmLxmVD_GFvxbwinA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZIFgVazI/AAAAAAAAAjk/WR4NpXXLPTE/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8827.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/rBH-DKFBy0B-PhpUf_Y84A?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZJDYjFsI/AAAAAAAAAjo/_0eLLpNyu1c/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8829.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6TbGBED2dbmfFYmBP07l1Q?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZLIdIxVI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ldm2Jblny2g/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8843.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>(About halfway through the dance I realized that his tie was thrown over his shoulder, so I fixed that and the last of the pictures don’t show his tie all funny.)<br /><br />How did we pass the time? Because it did feel sort of never-ending...well, we talked. About the icing on my face, of course! This was me giving him more grief about it - check out that mischievious grin on his face... <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eT5SIOozgQRHy2tV0oGf8w?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZGMhHi9I/AAAAAAAAAjc/GmoMADa7e4o/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8809.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And we kissed... <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lU3cGuNnEvD9_PmI0zu7qg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZN5buxGI/AAAAAAAAAkA/NZjKGUfp7RA/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0276.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JRxuMhtNruiZi66cRLAysw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZGwQ7boI/AAAAAAAAAjg/n8cWiwKBPh4/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8815.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>He spun me a few times... <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Sc2fvhf1L8BeYFsCzx4XGw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZMC1smoI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ghOGDEZ1Qbw/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8853.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And made me laugh, which is nothing new! <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0_oE6fQeR6NUriVLRARHbw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZKShFuAI/AAAAAAAAAjs/jA88jNV7mms/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8833.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Like I said, it was perfect. We even took a bow when it was all said and done... <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6ZBWDdWMhL6X4w5vKJ5lwg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZNL-XsvI/AAAAAAAAAj8/DAgHu0agoPw/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8857.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Next up – the father/daughter dance and one more VERY special dance...stay tuned!<br /><br />**All photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.christinacarrollphotography.com/">Christina Carroll Photography</a><br /><br />Need to catch up? Here’s some links:<br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-spa-day.html">Girls’ Spa Day</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/bachelorettebachelor-party.html">Bachelor/Bachelorette Party</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/setting-up-venue.html">Setting Up the Venue…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/practice-makes-perfect.html">Practice Makes Perfect…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/rehearsal-dinner.html">Rehearsal Dinner</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-minutes-is-all-that-i-need.html">5 Minutes is All that I Need</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-stop-at-hair-salon.html">A “Quick” Stop at the Hair Salon</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peek-at-venue.html">A Sneak Peek at the Venue...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/arriving-at-venueto-stay.html">Arriving at the Venue...to Stay!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-dressed.html">Getting Dressed</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/maids-pose-for-camera.html">The Maids Pose for the Camera...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-im-out-of-order.html">Oops - I’m Out of Order!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-smile-and-say-cheese.html">The Boys Smile and Say “Cheese!”</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-show-time.html">It’s Show Time!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride.html">Here Comes the Bride!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/becoming-man-and-wife.html">Becoming Man and Wife...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-man-and-wife.html">We’re Man and Wife!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-pictures.html">Family Pictures</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-thats-love.html">Now THAT’S Love!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/group-says-cheese.html">The “Group” Says Cheese!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-its-just-us.html">Now It’s Just Us...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-smallest-things.html">It’s the Smallest Things...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride-and-groom.html">Here Comes the Bride! And Groom!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/raise-your-glasses.html">Raise Your Glasses...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-cake-buffet.html">Our Cake Buffet</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/great-cake-cutting-debate.html">The Great Cake Cutting Debate</a>A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-5597946212832328022010-05-12T08:00:00.000-05:002010-05-12T08:00:11.728-05:00The Great Cake Cutting DebateHow do you feel about the whole cake smashing debate? It seems to me that you’re either on one side of the fence or the other…you’re either in favor of the act of smashing cake in your newly married loved one’s face, or you’re not. Can you tell which side of the fence that I’m on? LOL.<br /><br />Me thinking that there were only two sides to this argument was my first mistake…me trusting my husband 100% was my second mistake.<br /><br />So here’s how it went down. After the toasts were over and hugs went all around, the DJ announced that it was time to cut our cakes. I really, really, really hated to slice into our main cake…it was THAT perfect! But slice it up is what we eventually did. First, we moved into position and everyone (or everyone that wanted to see) crowded around the table. There was a brief moment when a wayward kid got too close to the table and I thought that the whole thing might come crashing down, but luckily that didn’t happen!<br /><br />We picked up the carving knife, and that’s the moment that B thought to ask me how exactly we were supposed to do this…in hindsight, it might have been a good idea to practice this before the moment was caught on camera. I’m just making a suggestion, do with it what you will. But cutting a sliver of cake to feed to your new husband/wife is definitely harder than it looks!<br /><br />So we moved into position behind the table and I gave B quick instructions to just cover my hand with his and I would guide him through the process…thinking in my head that since I bake/cook so much that I was the pro at this. <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/C_jo0DOFE9ZbMOurP_zyfQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYk9gxhjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/hyXkdJs4ehs/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8769.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>We make the first cut… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/X9J5_Rk290dVpn49nLJdHQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYlwz2n6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/g8cM_IxZfTc/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8771.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And all looks well – so far so good as we go in for the second cut… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JClnTI2GbG6HjlNqt8nzfw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYmqcunvI/AAAAAAAAAhg/tHIf3VRwqZM/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8772.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>I remove the knife from the cake and turn it horizontal so that the blade is flat and can be used to pull the cut piece out of the main body of the cake. <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ecIOV9ILbttYLiDd8isyrA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYnWMSg9I/AAAAAAAAAhk/n5Qux25fUPE/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8774.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>At least that was my intention…but you can see the look of "concern" starting on my face as I realize that maybe this isn’t going to happen the way it turns out in the “picture perfect” reel playing in my head... <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/l1-NzTySsxuX2-qIcIawMw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYoXw1tZI/AAAAAAAAAho/5-YEjzLyTEk/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8776.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>By now, I’ve got some of the cake balanced on the knife, and realize that the only thing holding it upright is the rest of the cake. That’s all I can say about the face that I’m making… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1NdAVqsi3vOJh5TLwaQl4Q?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYpOX1lQI/AAAAAAAAAhs/toJSfNhq7Jk/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8777.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Now I think that maybe, just maybe this is going to turn out all right because the cake is coming out, not toppled over (yet) and the plate is waiting in the wings to catch if needed… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LcYkzEhoc6IewXOt6I68_g?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYp704mFI/AAAAAAAAAhw/_57MeSfXtZE/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8778.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Now you can see that maybe my plan isn’t working so well…B steps in to “save the day” <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TCygEUmJ6C4xfeSyejndww?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYqsKM9gI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fBiUK4VkXgU/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8780.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Success!! The cake is on the plate…didn’t fall off on the table…and now we can move on to tasting it.<br /><br />Before taking my bite, I give B “the Look.” You know, the one that reminds him of the agreement that we had made earlier about NOT smashing cake in each other’s faces…then I open my mouth to get my bite. <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/rSVr_huHeB_HU3tJXmnh_Q?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYrbH50eI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ouR_6X5ZwEo/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8789.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>But you can see that I’m still not 100% trusting him and I give him another "Look" as the piece is hovering right above my mouth… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VquP5nFlDgCSebbI1DiLBg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYsMqtS2I/AAAAAAAAAiA/p1e28vbxgRw/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8790.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>He was a good groom and I got my piece of cake without incident… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/r7C3MlRW8uW-NyqsrhYg_Q?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYs4ax9dI/AAAAAAAAAiE/trfvivMM1iE/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8791.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>This is me saying “Oh man, that is SO good!” without actually using words… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QjoWuYxCXp_uiSgPLinrmQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYtylv1jI/AAAAAAAAAiI/_iG-qcL_m5o/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8794.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>By this point, the crowd is getting antsy and they’re REALLY disappointed that B didn’t smash cake in my face. As the taunts get louder, I gather up a piece of cake to feed to B…and a look passes between us… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pXDguNdwk8w9_Xc4ObohSg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYu-8-2nI/AAAAAAAAAiM/3U5AWtZhYUo/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8795.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WnTmnWsxrWVtFkN28m7jdQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYvnxlSzI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/spiBB8N6F2o/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8796.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>He licks off my fingers as I smile on…blissfully unaware of what his devious little mind has in store for me… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/a6OwjTpfwJEOllyA6uEmdw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYzdG4RUI/AAAAAAAAAig/i8bRmmAEkXU/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0261.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>You see, while I was getting his piece ready and feeding it to him, his free hand was moving steadily toward the cake plate again…out of my line of sight…maybe you caught it? If not, I present Exhibit A: <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WnTmnWsxrWVtFkN28m7jdQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYvnxlSzI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/spiBB8N6F2o/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8796.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Do you notice his free hand? Yeah…I didn’t.<br /><br />So after feeding him his piece, I innocently lean in for a kiss from my groom…and since I love him SO much and am just basking in my newly married state of bliss…I am unaware of what’s about to hit me… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9YWtksrOtoCbvvnfDi4RdA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYz_c955I/AAAAAAAAAik/7d0bIEAKG_A/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0262.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7NxZ36QKCWfcCYEhVNKSjA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYwxP7FiI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Zn5ogQOb6u8/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8802.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Yep, it was a finger-load of icing…placed ever so sweetly upon my cheek… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/X73S0nT2R6pEXrEZHrUmzw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sY0cyecEI/AAAAAAAAAio/qaL6r-DKgpM/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0264.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>You can see my nose crinkling up there…but this is a better shot… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8aOmUBAdVhvdVkXmqqkJtQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYx8QztXI/AAAAAAAAAiY/wQ2iaP7-21c/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8803.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Mainly because it shows how proud of himself he was! He immediately destroys the rest of the “evidence” on his hand… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FkAf70rCvSbpGc7hbsCPpA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYyo7D1nI/AAAAAAAAAic/4Kmk3ds-rXE/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8804.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And I start giving him another “Look” but this time it might be in all caps – you know, a “LOOK!” <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/EtAxlK2GcIdz2iHkG33VlA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sY1MkAkoI/AAAAAAAAAis/dpmxxn_Ioc0/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0268.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>I have to admit that 6 months later, while writing this post, he was pretty smart. He kept his word to me in not smashing the cake all in my face while he fed it to me, which is what I definitely didn't want…and still managed to save face with his guy friends and get icing on me at some point during the process. It was the best of both worlds for him.<br /><br />Me on the other hand? Oh, I was mad all right. Not like hold-a-grudge mad because after all, it’s just icing. It was more like an I-can’t-believe-that-you-did-that-to-my-makeup sort of mad. I wasn’t really upset…it was funny, and I love the pictures that came out of the event…so I guess he was right to do it the way that he did it. But I can’t say that I was 100% happy with him at the time.<br /><br />So where do you stand on the cake-in-the-face issue? Are you planning on smashing your cake in your newly married spouse’s face? Or are you going to play nice? Maybe you could be like B and have the best of both worlds!<br /><br />Up next is our First Dance, so I couldn’t stay mad for long…we had to take a quick break and let MOH help me get all of the extra icing off of my face before more photos were taken!<br /><br />**All photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.christinacarrollphotography.com/">Christina Carroll Photography</a><br /><br />Need to catch up? Here’s some links:<br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-spa-day.html">Girls’ Spa Day</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/bachelorettebachelor-party.html">Bachelor/Bachelorette Party</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/setting-up-venue.html">Setting Up the Venue…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/practice-makes-perfect.html">Practice Makes Perfect…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/rehearsal-dinner.html">Rehearsal Dinner</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-minutes-is-all-that-i-need.html">5 Minutes is All that I Need</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-stop-at-hair-salon.html">A “Quick” Stop at the Hair Salon</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peek-at-venue.html">A Sneak Peek at the Venue...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/arriving-at-venueto-stay.html">Arriving at the Venue...to Stay!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-dressed.html">Getting Dressed</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/maids-pose-for-camera.html">The Maids Pose for the Camera...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-im-out-of-order.html">Oops - I’m Out of Order!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-smile-and-say-cheese.html">The Boys Smile and Say “Cheese!”</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-show-time.html">It’s Show Time!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride.html">Here Comes the Bride!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/becoming-man-and-wife.html">Becoming Man and Wife...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-man-and-wife.html">We’re Man and Wife!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-pictures.html">Family Pictures</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-thats-love.html">Now THAT’S Love!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/group-says-cheese.html">The “Group” Says Cheese!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-its-just-us.html">Now It’s Just Us...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-smallest-things.html">It’s the Smallest Things...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride-and-groom.html">Here Comes the Bride! And Groom!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/raise-your-glasses.html">Raise Your Glasses...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-cake-buffet.html">Our Cake Buffet</a>A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-50229547680482026082010-05-11T08:00:00.000-05:002010-05-11T08:00:08.483-05:00Our Cake BuffetNext on my list to post about is cutting our cakes…but how can I do that without paying tribute to the cake buffet first?!? I can’t, I tell you, I just can’t do it!<br /><br />Making the decision to have a cake buffet instead of just one cake with two or three flavors was like doing simple addition in my head. You know the kind – like knowing that 2 + 2 = 4…those little math problems that you don’t really even have to think about to get the answer (not the ones that require use of fingers and possibly toes to get there!). I thought to myself about what my favorite cake flavor might be, and what kind of cake that B would like best…and I have to admit that the list was long…really long.<br /><br />Not that B was contributing much to the list…his favorite cake is hands down Red Velvet. And the only other request that he had made was to include German Chocolate cake for his Dad. My side of the list? Not NEARLY that short! I immediately (without pausing to consider if my fingers were ready for counting) had strawberry, Italian Cream, white with raspberry filling, chocolate, Red Velvet and Carrot. (Yes, Mom, that’s a new one that I’ve developed over the past few years.)<br /><br />So you see how the math led to the cake buffet, right? Right. Plus, at the time I was reading a lot on <a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/">weddingbee.com</a> and there were SO many other brides providing me with LOTS of inspiration on the cake buffet front…so it was a done deal. B didn’t even argue on this one!<br /><br />Just to make it a little more special, I decided that I would have all the moms in our lives bring their favorite cake plate to serve one of the cakes on. Since we were having more than just three cakes (that’s the number of Moms that we have between us) I also extended the invitation to my Maids to have them also bring a cake plate that was special to them. MOH at some point suggested asking those bringing cake plates to also bring serving sets if they had them, which was a BRILLIANT thought and just goes to show that my thought processes stopped at the cakes!<br /><br />I bought a length of black velvet on sale at a fabric shop off of Harry Hines Blvd in Dallas – favorite fabric shopping place of all time! – and the table was given some height by standard cinder blocks from Lowe’s/Home Depot. We had planned on taking these back after using them – don’t hate on me for being frugal! – but I think that we’ve actually still got them. For what, I don’t know…but they’re in the garage, and that’s B’s domain.<br /><br />So here’s a shot of the set-up… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4W_xGi7YmBKBkWU3BtNFUA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sY657zksI/AAAAAAAAAi4/LmV_Y_JKG4s/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8657.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And another shot at night, since I think that it shows up a little better… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ANEInyrn8hv3VeO5mHt1IQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sZAGgmXOI/AAAAAAAAAjU/IhJvnHrliMw/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8761.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And just to showcase our baker, Michelle with The Sweet Stuff out of Kyle, TX here are some close-ups of the individual cakes.<br /><br />More of a traditional wedding cake style…I think that this one was Strawberry… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bkqOzuGmdjAiYgFC19X1Sw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sY7fjHnhI/AAAAAAAAAi8/jkED3c6Oet0/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8662.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>A newer design of just swirls that sort of mimicked our invites and other paper goods…this one might have been Italian Cream Cake with Cream Cheese Frosting... <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GfTn5kOvpSPP5cbrfe1MAQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sY8BhvzYI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gLRMeTugntg/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8664.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>A standard German Chocolate cake… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/V22kcy6JIt28C1_MRJORrQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sY-Hvc2zI/AAAAAAAAAjI/uHIUisZKR5c/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8669.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>This one was a Chocolate cake with Raspberry filling and chocolate icing with Chocolate Ganache on top…I’m not swearing that I know what Ganache is…but it was yummy! This is one that B saw in her book of cakes when we went in for our tasting and he HAD to have it! <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8theu4S2EJsig9glGJznqg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sY-2ZIvLI/AAAAAAAAAjM/XA1G8gVNXLY/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8671.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And just to remind you about one of my little projects…here are the tent cards that I made for the cakes telling our guest the cake falvor and frosting information… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/J3Jm1loXaR2s6UikgnNwMg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sY_Yj_gSI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/khihdbF1gH4/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8673.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And now, the crown jewel…the most beautiful of all of our cakes…our two-tier wedding cake… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2XnPTBbrNNw5MB8Ddl0xzg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sY9GIwqSI/AAAAAAAAAjE/WpWDrXQYegA/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8666.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>It was Red Velvet with Cream Cheese icing and Michelle took our exact scroll that was on all of our paper goods and copied it onto our cake. Not only that, but she also copied the monogram that I had designed, which was SO cool to me.<br /><br />I had originally wanted to do a cake topper out of the monogram but ran out of time figuring out who to do it, where to get it and how much would it cost. This was free, included in the cost of the cakes, so killing two birds with one stone was worth the price of my sanity by that point!<br /><br />All in all, I was thrilled with the work that Michelle did on our cakes. We were able to pick up the cakes the day before the wedding and store them onsite in our Reception Hall refrigerators and just placed them on the cake stands the afternoon of the wedding, allowing them to warm up a bit before cutting and eating. Michelle was easy to work with, had great prices and I’ve used her for two birthday cakes since having our wedding…you know that has to speak volumes for what I think about her cakes! If you're having your wedding at Texas Old Town, or anywhere South of Austin...I would highly recommend using Michelle for your cakes. Here's a <a href="http://www.thesweetstuff.com/">link</a> to her site.<br /><br />Another tip for future brides doing cake buffets…have extra cake stands. One of the moms only had one cake stand, but one or two of them brought two (or even three) stands. Since we ordered multiple cakes in same flavors, it was nice to be able to “stage” the cakes in the kitchen on their stands ahead of time. That way, when the German Chocolate cake was all gone out front, someone just had to run to the kitchen and grab the next one without having to worry with swapping cake stands. Just a thought for you!<br /><br />Now that we’ve all admired our cake buffet…and our tummies are growling…let’s get on to the meat of cutting cakes. Did we smash cake in each other’s faces??? You’ll have to hang in there to find out!<br /><br />**All photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.christinacarrollphotography.com/">Christina Carroll Photography</a><br /><br />Need to catch up? Here’s some links:<br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-spa-day.html">Girls’ Spa Day</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/bachelorettebachelor-party.html">Bachelor/Bachelorette Party</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/setting-up-venue.html">Setting Up the Venue…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/practice-makes-perfect.html">Practice Makes Perfect…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/rehearsal-dinner.html">Rehearsal Dinner</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-minutes-is-all-that-i-need.html">5 Minutes is All that I Need</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-stop-at-hair-salon.html">A “Quick” Stop at the Hair Salon</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peek-at-venue.html">A Sneak Peek at the Venue...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/arriving-at-venueto-stay.html">Arriving at the Venue...to Stay!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-dressed.html">Getting Dressed</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/maids-pose-for-camera.html">The Maids Pose for the Camera...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-im-out-of-order.html">Oops - I’m Out of Order!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-smile-and-say-cheese.html">The Boys Smile and Say “Cheese!”</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-show-time.html">It’s Show Time!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride.html">Here Comes the Bride!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/becoming-man-and-wife.html">Becoming Man and Wife...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-man-and-wife.html">We’re Man and Wife!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-pictures.html">Family Pictures</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-thats-love.html">Now THAT’S Love!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/group-says-cheese.html">The “Group” Says Cheese!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-its-just-us.html">Now It’s Just Us...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-smallest-things.html">It’s the Smallest Things...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride-and-groom.html">Here Comes the Bride! And Groom!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/raise-your-glasses.html">Raise Your Glasses...</a>A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-43240348941890271002010-05-08T08:00:00.000-05:002010-05-08T08:00:05.027-05:00Raise Your Glasses...You want to know the one problem with being a slacker bride when it comes to writing up your recaps? You have to look back at the file names on the pictures to remember some of the order of things! This is why you should write up your recaps right away, brides! Learn one more thing from me, please...<br /><br />Once we had finished eating, we started making our rounds to visit with all the guests. Then, before I knew it, the DJ was turning the volume of the music down and asking us to make our way back up front. I glanced towards the front of the room and noticed MOH and Best Man S standing there at the DJ’s station with a microphone...that could only mean one thing – time for Toasts! MOH went and collected our glasses for us, and little J came up to stand with us while our friends toasted us... <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3E7NSaJxsIioHUkVXTworg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYRZ03x4I/AAAAAAAAAgo/RAvVOHLwBic/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8718.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Luckily for us, we have good friends and there was no roasting! There were a few jokes made between B and S during Best Man S’s toast, but most of the speech was about what a great friend B had been to S over the years. The guys got a little choked up, but no tears were shed. <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/s5JixX91VyFjPB9PsFy3pA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYQuocvRI/AAAAAAAAAgk/1HGbLGQZYlU/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8717.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Just like I can’t remember the order of the events during the evening specifically, I also can’t remember the exact words that S used in his speech. I do know that it was from the heart...with a few jokes thrown in for good measure...and meant the world to B. <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/999-ZUtg4I0Z7zOYeMNyCQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYSW2HHxI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ApBGPKEW9WM/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8722.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nrkmPY-bKOtdA7IDyldNDw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYTqKZGdI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ZK_g5rrqzeU/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8729.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Next up, it was MOH’s turn. <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4u1EhHKVCkiHKuq_2noH0w?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYVM2yRhI/AAAAAAAAAg4/_oTquaSS-Fo/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8734.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Now, I have to say that I was SO proud of myself for keeping my composure throughout the day. There was a moment of tears before I left the hotel...and then a few times during the ceremony where they threatened to make an appearance, but I held firm and they stayed away. That is, until MOH took the microphone. And then “ugly cry face” came out to party…<br /><br />MOH had sweet, wonderful words to share with our family and friends, and even if I don’t recall each and every line of her toast, I do vividly remember her coming to my defense from nay-sayers who had threatened my choices and good mood the week before. It touched me so much that she (who wasn’t my actual sister) was supporting me (and us) like a real sister should (that’s how you can tell true sisters – not by blood, but by choice!). And that’s when it happened...ugly cry face came out to play...You can see the tears starting... <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Pelt_zkNnkyVcweylunf8g?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYV2G3vmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/u7gLdUBCWzQ/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8737.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And then I tried to stop them by laughing... <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5LzxI6mfjgnzrPBZA6vl3Q?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYWpkqUFI/AAAAAAAAAhA/sh0vCI5Zp0w/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8740.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>But in the end, she moved me to tears, and I loved her for it. <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UXN1Iiii330KYcllX0mTPg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYXf9TRAI/AAAAAAAAAhE/WKyUQvChHcU/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8743.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sxo6MGDp8hyILCrsKC5ESQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYYFvvssI/AAAAAAAAAhI/5juGvWuCG9Q/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8748.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>There were hugs all around at the end of the speeches, between the guys... <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RcrZ-szPMiMWG2RlBNW7eg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYUUN1L9I/AAAAAAAAAg0/gTKfE2QYv2o/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8731.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And between us gals... <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kKMasMkY5ettoLoeS1DuYg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYY82j7oI/AAAAAAAAAhM/kmdS-h65ksU/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8751.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And you know that B couldn’t resist trying to mimic my ugly cry face to MOH afterwards! He’s such a comedian! <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ef51vpY3xWrYAkEn-R5bFw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sYZj0GRxI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/nQzpoGTicf4/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8754.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Next up, I needed to dry those eyes because it’s time to start the dancing...our first dance as husband and wife...with no clue about what we were going to do! No practicing or choreography for us, although it would have been REALLY nice!<br /><br /><br />**All photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.christinacarrollphotography.com/">Christina Carroll Photography</a><br /><br /><br />Need to catch up? Here’s some links:<br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-spa-day.html">Girls’ Spa Day</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/bachelorettebachelor-party.html">Bachelor/Bachelorette Party</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/setting-up-venue.html">Setting Up the Venue…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/practice-makes-perfect.html">Practice Makes Perfect…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/rehearsal-dinner.html">Rehearsal Dinner</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-minutes-is-all-that-i-need.html">5 Minutes is All that I Need</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-stop-at-hair-salon.html">A “Quick” Stop at the Hair Salon</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peek-at-venue.html">A Sneak Peek at the Venue...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/arriving-at-venueto-stay.html">Arriving at the Venue...to Stay!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-dressed.html">Getting Dressed</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/maids-pose-for-camera.html">The Maids Pose for the Camera...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-im-out-of-order.html">Oops - I’m Out of Order!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-smile-and-say-cheese.html">The Boys Smile and Say “Cheese!”</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-show-time.html">It’s Show Time!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride.html">Here Comes the Bride!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/becoming-man-and-wife.html">Becoming Man and Wife...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-man-and-wife.html">We’re Man and Wife!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-pictures.html">Family Pictures</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-thats-love.html">Now THAT’S Love!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/group-says-cheese.html">The “Group” Says Cheese!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-its-just-us.html">Now It’s Just Us...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-smallest-things.html">It’s the Smallest Things...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride-and-groom.html">Here Comes the Bride! And Groom!</a>A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-81433198199598249232010-05-05T06:30:00.000-05:002010-05-05T08:10:09.146-05:00Here Comes the Bride! And Groom!B will totally be mortified that I’m sharing this picture with you all, but there is no other way to open this post...<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/185XLa48X3kBz8OGwHsoxg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sVPPjhU_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/0IBqk3Nc8H4/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0246.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Yep, that’s my husband. Literally SKIPPING and JUMPING for joy while waiting to be introduced to our reception...he’s SUCH a ham!<br /><br />I can’t believe that one of the photographers caught that on film...and I’m just super-duper sneaky for sharing it with one and all! But it really relays with actions how we all felt at that moment, so it was too perfect not to share.<br /><br />The pictures were taken, the guests were all inside the reception hall (mostly) and the wedding party reunited outside the reception doors for our grand entrance. We quickly met with the DJ and went over name pronunciations, and she went back inside to start the show. To say that we were antsy was an understatement...do I need to show B’s picture again?!?!<br /><br />Having the ceremony over and done with and being finished with our pictures meant only one thing to us...it was time to PARTY! Not that we were planning on getting stinking drunk or anything, but the relief at having most of the wedding over and down with was so huge. Now it was time to relax, sit back and enjoy the fruits of our labors over the past several months...eat good food, visit with family and friends and most importantly dance the night away!<br /><br />The DJ called us in pairs...Maid Britney and Groomsman R went first...<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aWGWSJ6ohdRMARWZhUmEIQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sVMaeZLHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/8AD2Z1mYWg4/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8642.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Followed by Maid Momma and Groomsman B...<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nuemmPQF1cffVm68R04xOw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sVNCL_syI/AAAAAAAAAfw/xTf4wkS_kPo/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8643.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Then MOH and Best Man S...and no, you haven’t seen the last of his antics yet!<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sC8axV1xaIDVB42tW1RKKg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sVN3kwl_I/AAAAAAAAAf0/rRRDcSofslk/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8646.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />And then it was our turn...Mr. and Mrs.!<br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Oo9ErFBwS_9NLx9vGnVEiQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sVPnR7J6I/AAAAAAAAAgA/FeHSvq3mlKg/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0251.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ybUEQihzTh3epMns39Q3ew?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sVOoLGftI/AAAAAAAAAf4/89aHsJNyItY/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8650.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />I have to tell you that walking into our reception hall was the second best moment of the whole entire day! (Second only to being pronounced man and wife and kissing my husband to “seal the deal!”) The amount of love and support was just literally pouring off of our family and friends as they stood at our entrance and clapped. I was literally overwhelmed. It almost moved me to tears, and had B not been holding my hand dragging me towards the back and to the food, I think that I would have been struck dumb. You know, like when you can’t talk or even move because you just don’t know how to react? It was SUCH a positive outpouring of well-wishes, love and cheer for us that I didn’t know what to do.<br /><br />Coolest thing ever!<br /><br />We had made the decision earlier that the wedding party would start the food line, so we didn’t stop at any of the tables to talk to anyone. We just worked our way to the back of the room and fixes ourselves a plate of delicious BBQ and sides. It was mouth-watering good. I wish that I had pictures...oops, just another thing on my list of pictures that I should have specified – once again, it’s important to have lists! It doesn’t mean that you’re OCD or anal-retentive...it’s just good practice on such a busy day.<br /><br />We took our food back to the front of the room and I immediately dug in. B was the gentleman and took our glasses back to the bar so that they could be filled with a drink, and I didn’t even offer to help...I was SO hungry! The food was wonderful, my plate didn’t even look like I had touched it after I was all done with it. Having the separate table on stage to ourselves really gave us a few minutes to sit back and enjoy. Yes, some people came up and talked to us and gave us hugs and well wishes, but for the most part, we had a few minutes as husband and wife to take it all in.<br /><br />Our bridal party and their families surrounded us, and being trapped back in the corner with a bridal gown, heels and stairs really made it easy to just sit back and let someone else bring me what I needed! I won’t lie – I totally ate it up! It was nice to be waited on hand and foot, people!<br /><br />Before I knew it, I was stuffed, and it was time to make our rounds and visit with all of the guests. We had timed things just right, it seemed – we finished just as the last person that was in line for food at the buffet got back to their table. I wanted to make it to each table and thank everyone personally for coming and celebrating with us, but I know that it didn’t happen. In reality, people get up and move around once they finish eating and I can’t blame them for that. I will say that I think that I hugged/talked to about 85-90% of the guests in attendance during our rounds, so that’s not bad!<br /><br />Did you struggle to make it around to all of your tables too? I’m curious...<br /><br />**All photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.christinacarrollphotography.com/">Christina Carroll Photography</a><br /><br />Need to catch up? Here’s some links:<br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-spa-day.html">Girls’ Spa Day</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/bachelorettebachelor-party.html">Bachelor/Bachelorette Party</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/setting-up-venue.html">Setting Up the Venue…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/practice-makes-perfect.html">Practice Makes Perfect…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/rehearsal-dinner.html">Rehearsal Dinner</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-minutes-is-all-that-i-need.html">5 Minutes is All that I Need</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-stop-at-hair-salon.html">A “Quick” Stop at the Hair Salon</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peek-at-venue.html">A Sneak Peek at the Venue...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/arriving-at-venueto-stay.html">Arriving at the Venue...to Stay!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-dressed.html">Getting Dressed</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/maids-pose-for-camera.html">The Maids Pose for the Camera...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-im-out-of-order.html">Oops - I’m Out of Order!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-smile-and-say-cheese.html">The Boys Smile and Say “Cheese!”</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-show-time.html">It’s Show Time!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride.html">Here Comes the Bride!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/becoming-man-and-wife.html">Becoming Man and Wife...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-man-and-wife.html">We’re Man and Wife!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-pictures.html">Family Pictures</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-thats-love.html">Now THAT’S Love!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/group-says-cheese.html">The “Group” Says Cheese!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-its-just-us.html">Now It’s Just Us...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-smallest-things.html">It’s the Smallest Things...</a>A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-58484082210684351602010-05-03T10:00:00.005-05:002010-05-03T10:00:00.280-05:00It’s the Smallest Things...…that make your wedding day perfect. I thought before I got to the reception pictures that I would share with you the up close and detail shots that our photographer, Christina Carroll, got of the décor around the reception hall.<br /><br />These were all the projects that I sweat and slaved over...pouring all of my creativity and craftiness into making...and it was SO special to me that she got pictures of it all. To me, these are the things that made our wedding about US...they’re what made our wedding stand out and be special in our minds and in other’s minds.<br /><br />Hope you enjoy!<br /><br />Our programs – laying in their basket...the basket that I bought on sale, spray painted and made the liner for… <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/z_r9fY_exmcHFrNQNMh3Jg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sbExPmLiI/AAAAAAAAAn8/SUG5RrEjGYA/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-7463.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And a close-up on one of the programs all opened up... <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IDRHXJMlS4NlhGOQi72-QQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sbFtUPSMI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZPh5brfIl4Y/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-7467.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Our Mason jar drinking glasses, which I painstakingly used as escort/seating cards...I printed them all out, stamped them, embossed them, mounted them and then tied them on...lots of work – but SO worth the effort! <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OtirFJYu1F8SRr1nJ8e1iA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sbGYyQO9I/AAAAAAAAAoI/KVsJc9fDoO4/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8627.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/y-jsb7oCVxuStKpvLVLkdg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sbJX6BMuI/AAAAAAAAAoY/fO7XXPWRgZw/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8652.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xc7WKhH-gqrvcyTpxzhaDg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sbKUrUHWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/iTL1VeAjJ_s/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8654.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And a special shot of my glass...this is the last time that you’ll see it empty! <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nRgnPy73O-SNOqVFHOuh6w?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sbI37TRWI/AAAAAAAAAoU/YYcbIxWNDxI/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8637.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Our favors...snickerdoodle cookies that I made from scratch...along with the labels explaining about our charitable donation...my Maids and Mom helped me stuff all of those cookies and seal all the bags. So much hard work, and SO yummy! <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5KoQmovpF9yt36sPz9gp-g?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sbIbAvOTI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/kBWDzmsCW5U/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8632.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>The main table that guests saw when they walked into the reception hall...all decorated with our signing book and kids activity books. <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-4sqH6LVOVgDk_wpOPZuLg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sbLdJbmUI/AAAAAAAAAog/kX8288Ufc5I/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8674.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>A close up of the activity books... <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/z_r9fY_exmcHFrNQNMh3Jg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sbExPmLiI/AAAAAAAAAn8/SUG5RrEjGYA/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8676.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And some shots of the quilt-piece “signature book” layout...an update on how that quilt is coming soon, I promise! <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Op8toWfifBRDCy9C1H3Lcw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sbOEiTBlI/AAAAAAAAAow/WeaxzPGMLmc/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8678.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/b41RM_LgScO7JMs5QOvXBQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sbMOpAWyI/AAAAAAAAAok/CeWksQR5jUk/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8675.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Th3esCxwtCI7gdJEyMy4ww?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sbNZNd_lI/AAAAAAAAAos/2LE5bWOtHrY/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8677.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And now for the table arrangements...our bridal table... <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vB5wk4HVOJ7yWyD0rghIrw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sbHoNQ6GI/AAAAAAAAAoM/5I37WFt-l4U/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8629.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Our bridal party centerpieces...recognize those bouquets? <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/rISxhCPIB4VJ4eDmwmJokA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sbO060D5I/AAAAAAAAAo0/joVFz0WyNAg/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8682.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>And our guest tables... <table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bgg_Z_QA7o04G2L4QlqYNg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sbPtPe7VI/AAAAAAAAAo4/QUalNMWwf3M/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8686.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/z_r9fY_exmcHFrNQNMh3Jg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sbExPmLiI/AAAAAAAAAn8/SUG5RrEjGYA/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8687.jpg" /></a></table>Like I said before...all of these elements added together make your wedding your own. Was it a pain in the butt to work on all of this stuff? Sure it was. But I enjoyed most of it. And to me, the end result was MORE than worth it! Our wedding was exactly as I had envisioned it...rustic elegance...and it was all of these small details that helped make it that way! And, Mom/MOH, you HAVE to admit that those EGGGPLANT tablecloths really MADE the room!!! LOL!!! It was worth all the time that it took to find them, huh? ;)<br /><br />**All photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.christinacarrollphotography.com/">Christina Carroll Photography</a><br /><br />Need to catch up? Here’s some links:<br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-spa-day.html">Girls’ Spa Day</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/bachelorettebachelor-party.html">Bachelor/Bachelorette Party</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/setting-up-venue.html">Setting Up the Venue…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/practice-makes-perfect.html">Practice Makes Perfect…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/rehearsal-dinner.html">Rehearsal Dinner</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-minutes-is-all-that-i-need.html">5 Minutes is All that I Need</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-stop-at-hair-salon.html">A “Quick” Stop at the Hair Salon</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peek-at-venue.html">A Sneak Peek at the Venue...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/arriving-at-venueto-stay.html">Arriving at the Venue...to Stay!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-dressed.html">Getting Dressed</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/maids-pose-for-camera.html">The Maids Pose for the Camera...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-im-out-of-order.html">Oops - I’m Out of Order!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-smile-and-say-cheese.html">The Boys Smile and Say “Cheese!”</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-show-time.html">It’s Show Time!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride.html">Here Comes the Bride!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/becoming-man-and-wife.html">Becoming Man and Wife...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-man-and-wife.html">We’re Man and Wife!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-pictures.html">Family Pictures</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-thats-love.html">Now THAT’S Love!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/group-says-cheese.html">The “Group” Says Cheese!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-its-just-us.html">Now It’s Just Us...</a>A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-80210433760014790062010-04-30T13:00:00.006-05:002010-04-30T17:32:59.406-05:00Now It's Just Us...<em>I apologize if you were around and saw all the posts that went crazy this afternoon. I read about a new way to upload photos that would make them better and had to try it...it took a few tries!</em><br /><br />Get nice and comfy...because as short as the pictures were of the Bridal Party...there are a TON of pictures of the two of us! It’s not that I didn’t like the bridal party pictures as well, but do you know how hard it is to capture 8 people all looking in the right direction, with the right expression on their face, in the right lighting at the same time?!?! It’s nearly impossible! But it’s MUCH easier to work with just TWO people...<br /><br />There are some shots here that I love, love, L.O.V.E. And then there are some that are ok. They’re all great pictures, don’t get me wrong, but not all of them speak to me like some of the others do...do your pictures do that to you too? Or am I just crazy? (Don’t answer that MOH!)<br /><br />So here’s the happy couple...we started off by staying in the field where we were...<br /><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZGo1BiWAqAZNRdm-Yljq0Q?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sC3WouSqI/AAAAAAAAAdI/S-LzVGMyBws/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8180.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Y-Al4Ru3RcLXu77xUk2f_A?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sC4GV1SQI/AAAAAAAAAdM/AMPearxrUrU/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8182.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JWO5DgRjaLx7-PYqCQQ56Q?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sC4_g7AtI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/m_ruql6g5Jc/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8197.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/L-74X7uE54OuL-Nze59Ksw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sC-PX1gpI/AAAAAAAAAdo/rDyx4OepU8I/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8259.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />You know that we'd been "serious" long enough...<br /><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kLLhULT6LhZvXwoXEG4A2Q?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sC6wgKxcI/AAAAAAAAAdY/SdhNIBoq1cM/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8225.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />And then we couldn't STOP laughing...which made for some really cute pictures!<br /><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BKXHLUQsEzPMtkht57z8BA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sC7nqmSXI/AAAAAAAAAdc/DGLAqxucRXs/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8226.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pJd66IuGmEy9ej1kdIuUAA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sC8e9uYJI/AAAAAAAAAdg/8pmIW3QIyhA/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8237.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qm22ruvbAYAiNm9PfWs_0g?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sC9Mh6N1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/c7H-gBwPu6c/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8256.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Then she wanted that "Vogue" shot again, so here's our best attempt...<br /><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zMvsE79fSGAiyAJzDoz0gw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sC_IKdzwI/AAAAAAAAAds/U9dbZwGwMqI/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8311.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Which didn't last all that long...<br /><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jVVnRUv79rQ8jPMXU29InA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sDIEIk7HI/AAAAAAAAAeY/hq6Z3zGjmHc/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0184.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Before we knew it, we were REALLY cracking ourselves up!<br /><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WMw7Sb2FqK1cdx7yf6DayQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sC_j-tCkI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Uak9zuinARc/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8332.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QoqSWO6sDd8ur1Pa_qXH8w?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sDAtMSdAI/AAAAAAAAAd0/xHafgrw8LlM/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8341.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Then we moved across the field over to a fence/gate for this series.<br /><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oH2dCfKoGt7uUT5nAVMymg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sDI2ShEdI/AAAAAAAAAec/2p_cPkSZl04/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0192.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/v9H6iwtm0yUrrvolQG7j3w?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sDJZ9HMSI/AAAAAAAAAeg/kmfMVb7vQMA/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0196.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cA8uHeC1BQ8cNfSul4kFwA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sDKPmzPpI/AAAAAAAAAek/JFqtcnxcUJk/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0199.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xur7g5HY1riIMWd0Miz7lQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sDBTW9WjI/AAAAAAAAAd4/hkT8C6NNL94/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8396.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sXWCWpaupsAFYC3JhO_OoA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sDCUBGVHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/_0n7OpdvKy4/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8404.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/As0HOJ_DHamI3jFDleWIPg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sDDBPWOtI/AAAAAAAAAeA/HK2roSbos0M/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8428.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5IJJQO2h6IPxYGBs2zggCg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sDD4-nVrI/AAAAAAAAAeE/HZkECC7E-CM/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8430.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ym1ZQLrURNu5guXXMxr2eA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sDLijIMdI/AAAAAAAAAes/D6G1GaK8T84/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0214.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />We both look so serious here...<br /><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SnaT_d5eob0yLG0e7-dbaw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sDEyDQ07I/AAAAAAAAAeI/Z0nRXQt22RU/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8454.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />And you KNOW that wouldn't last!<br /><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xYWa7tevthG5VNEMFFkkjQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sDF9zSMJI/AAAAAAAAAeM/EangirKRsrs/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8504.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />This is one of B's favorite pictures...he loves it when I laugh so hard that my nose "crinkles"...and I, of course, do NOT like that shot!<br /><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iq4m_ZnsTTK4EKGqrGoYhQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sDGSII7_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Cm6clGeC5hE/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8508.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />But I like that we've both smiling in this one...wondering what he was telling me? There's NO telling!<br /><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yR5joqjWxRinuSyCF1GdHQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sDHb8KdbI/AAAAAAAAAeU/6T0CLTIhMLY/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8513.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IVX4aZKpMuE6npk6-ZqKLg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sDPCupuHI/AAAAAAAAAfE/s8fZ4GmO0n4/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0228.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Here's the requisite shot of the groom making a grab at the bride...<br /><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tjWafERvqaWzwh8z_Lz67Q?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sDNIAICxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/3OuoEEdJTcw/s400/Sandy%20%26%20Brent-0217.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Before we headed back to the reception hall, we stopped at this corner to take a couple of last shots...<br /><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2YSIZ5EpnLion7KiTZAZ9Q?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sDLC8Xh6I/AAAAAAAAAeo/hs7ncZY_tg0/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8585.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QZ8FMTTbc-_zLXujr6PgrA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sDMdmSmlI/AAAAAAAAAew/MMkX9laESNg/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8607.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-YPxqRuszrRN2aaZQr7RLQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sDN3FAlSI/AAAAAAAAAe8/fuzjJnEbL58/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8609.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table style="WIDTH: auto"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aKb2OL3j2UqVaZipbDFVzw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3XKhNXYY3qM/S9sDOu-QT3I/AAAAAAAAAfA/jpqJij4miKk/s400/Sandy%20%20Brent-8621.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br />**All photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.christinacarrollphotography.com/">Christina Carroll Photography</a><br /><br />Need to catch up? Here’s some links:<br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-spa-day.html">Girls’ Spa Day</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/bachelorettebachelor-party.html">Bachelor/Bachelorette Party</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/setting-up-venue.html">Setting Up the Venue…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/practice-makes-perfect.html">Practice Makes Perfect…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/rehearsal-dinner.html">Rehearsal Dinner</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-minutes-is-all-that-i-need.html">5 Minutes is All that I Need</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-stop-at-hair-salon.html">A “Quick” Stop at the Hair Salon</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peek-at-venue.html">A Sneak Peek at the Venue...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/arriving-at-venueto-stay.html">Arriving at the Venue...to Stay!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-dressed.html">Getting Dressed</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/maids-pose-for-camera.html">The Maids Pose for the Camera...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-im-out-of-order.html">Oops - I’m Out of Order!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-smile-and-say-cheese.html">The Boys Smile and Say “Cheese!”</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-show-time.html">It’s Show Time!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride.html">Here Comes the Bride!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/becoming-man-and-wife.html">Becoming Man and Wife...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-man-and-wife.html">We’re Man and Wife!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-pictures.html">Family Pictures</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-thats-love.html">Now THAT’S Love!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/group-says-cheese.html">The “Group” Says Cheese!</a>A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-78971434977829474012010-04-27T08:00:00.000-05:002010-04-27T08:00:08.702-05:00The "Group" Says Cheese!<div><div><div><div><div><em>**Oops! I missed my goal of having these recaps done by the time that our 6-month anniversary passed...oh well, it's good to have goals, right? It gives you something to shoot for...even if you don't always make it! I thought that it would be close, but let's be honest...I don't even have all of the pictures uploaded to Blogger yet...I need to pick up the pace!!</em><br /><br />Once the gals and I were finished with our round of giggles prompted by <a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-thats-love.html">this</a> episode, we were ready for our bridal party pictures. Like I mentioned before, we traipsed back out to the LOVELY field that was behind our reception hall, and it gave us a gorgeous backdrop to use for these pictures. <br /><br />The only thing that was a small concern was that during the time when we were taking these pictures, there was a wedding going on at the hall right next to us. Like, as in, they were having their entrance right when we were making our way to the back field for our pictures. I was a little worried that we might be too noisy and ruin another bride’s wedding, but lucky for me our friends are just as considerate as we are and once we were all aware of the problem, we made sure to keep the noise level down. <br /><br />(If you’ll remember, that was my one concern with booking at Texas Old Town – how close Redbud Hall and Tejas Hall sit next to one another. But as far as I know, this was the only time that we even slightly crossed paths, so Danny (the manager) was right and it was a non-issue!)<br /><br />So on to the eye candy...we started with the "couples" staggered behind us...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460847428325638802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S8jTzaH0gpI/AAAAAAAAC3w/czY7QVoeQpo/s320/Sandy++Brent-8082.jpg" border="0" />And then we kissed...and yes, there might have been some cat calling...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460848297828446098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S8jUmBRcb5I/AAAAAAAAC34/DOLsYdL9pJg/s320/Sandy++Brent-8116.jpg" border="0" />We all got in a line and smiled very prettily for the camera...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460850085855433426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S8jWOGMTEtI/AAAAAAAAC4A/W29dzyj62io/s320/Sandy++Brent-8123.jpg" border="0" />And then Christina moved us into some more casual shots...which turned out to be my favorites!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460851063140645698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S8jXG-3P-0I/AAAAAAAAC4I/0HeJ7WQi0BA/s320/Sandy++Brent-8166.jpg" border="0" />Yes, that's all fake laughter...it's hard to laugh on command!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460852900321133138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S8jYx65NglI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/QiYTasYfTf8/s320/Sandy++Brent-8168.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460854470905626466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S8jaNVxu_2I/AAAAAAAAC4Y/cOyMwwe-hMg/s320/Sandy++Brent-8172.jpg" border="0" />Once we finished up the bridal party shots, we released everyone back to the main reception hall (or the bathroom) except for MOH in case we needed something held. Up next – we pose for the camera...you don’t think that they’re all going to be seductive and romantic looking do you? You should know better by now! Stay tuned – there’s some good ones!<br /><br />**All photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.christinacarrollphotography.com/">Christina Carroll Photography</a><br /><br />Need to catch up? Here’s some links:<br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-spa-day.html">Girls’ Spa Day</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/bachelorettebachelor-party.html">Bachelor/Bachelorette Party</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/setting-up-venue.html">Setting Up the Venue…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/practice-makes-perfect.html">Practice Makes Perfect…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/rehearsal-dinner.html">Rehearsal Dinner</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-minutes-is-all-that-i-need.html">5 Minutes is All that I Need</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-stop-at-hair-salon.html">A “Quick” Stop at the Hair Salon</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peek-at-venue.html">A Sneak Peek at the Venue...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/arriving-at-venueto-stay.html">Arriving at the Venue...to Stay!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-dressed.html">Getting Dressed</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/maids-pose-for-camera.html">The Maids Pose for the Camera...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-im-out-of-order.html">Oops - I’m Out of Order!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-smile-and-say-cheese.html">The Boys Smile and Say “Cheese!”</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-show-time.html">It’s Show Time!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride.html">Here Comes the Bride!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/becoming-man-and-wife.html">Becoming Man and Wife...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-man-and-wife.html">We’re Man and Wife!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-pictures.html">Family Pictures</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-thats-love.html">Now THAT’S Love!</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-48987841473512036402010-04-26T08:00:00.001-05:002010-04-26T08:00:12.233-05:00Now THAT’S Love!Oh wow. Are you in for a treat today or what? You can’t possibly be as excited as I am right now...you should be, you just don’t know it yet! I have a funny story to share with you. I know, it’s almost unheard of...me doing something outrageous or hilarious and making you LOL while you sit at your desk and “work.” <br /><br />I mentioned a few posts back that the music was the main “oops” moment during our wedding...and that still holds true. For the most part. But there was something going on behind the scenes that only a few people know about...and it’s pretty funny! I wasn’t sure that I was going to share it with you all...not that I don’t love you...but it’s too funny to NOT share. So here goes. Oh, and I won’t even begin to apologize for there not being any pictures that captured this “oops” moment...just sit back, read and enjoy the story!<br /><br />We finished with our family pictures, and what I haven’t told you yet is that all during the ceremony – well, mainly just the walking parts, I was noticing a “shift” in garments. Undergarments to be more specific. Standing still for family pictures was not that big of a deal since the rest of the family moved around us and the four of us stayed stationary for the most part. But during “scene changes” between families, I was giving a gentle tug (when I thought that no one was looking and I could be discreet) on my underwear. Now, I know what you’re thinking...the most common underwear problem known to women is crawling underwear...crawling up, that is. But that wasn’t the case here.<br /><br />You see, in an effort to be slightly romantic for my hubby I had gone out and bought some new sexy VS undies for the big day. But the joke was on me, wasn’t it? Since Mother Nature “blessed” me the day before our wedding, the joke turned out to be on me...hahaha. No, I wasn’t really laughing either! Anyway, so these panties were new – washed, but unworn. They were too pretty not to wear (they were in our colors – black and cream) so I decided the day of the wedding to wear them anyway and feel pretty, even if it was that time of the month. I even managed to go to the bathroom all by myself (like a big girl!) before the ceremony started with no assistance needed from any of the Maids. They were willing, but there’s just only so much a girl can ask of her friends, right? <br /><br />Anyway...so these panties were new. Tried and un-tested previous to our wedding day, which might have been my mistake. I maybe should have worn them one other time just to see how they “wore” for lack of a better way of describing things. But I didn’t. Learn from me, PLEASE! Wear your special panties at least for an hour of serious walking around before wearing them on your wedding day when they’re not easily accessible for adjustments! It’s just smart to do these things...me? Not so smart, obviously.<br /><br />We finished up the family pictures and gathered all of the wedding party back together so that we could traipse off back into the meadow that we all loved so much...and as we’re walking, I admit to MOH (sort of under my breath) that I think that I’m having difficulties. I explain the problem – there are too many layers between gown, under-gown and petticoat for me to find a gauzy layer of underwear and give them a good yanking up. After we both had a giggle about it, I decided to press on and finish the pictures first and then I could make a quick “pit stop” before making our entrance in the reception hall. Good plan, right? Yeah...<br /><br />Well, it seems that the panties had another plan of their own. Before we could even get around Redbud Hall to the meadow, I knew that the situation was a little more serious than I had first thought. I paused, and MOH stopped with me, along with the rest of the bridal party. One look at my face and MOH broke out in laughter, she understood that look, and immediately took charge of the situation...even if she DID laugh while doing so. She called Maid Britney over to hold all flowers, and shooed everyone else on towards the field, telling the photographer that we were having a “wardrobe malfunction” and would be along shortly. We turned and started toward our dressing room, and I had taken no more than two steps and realized that these undies were NOT going to make it to the dressing room. They honestly felt like they had already slipped over my hips and were making their way down towards my thighs...It had to be fixed, and it had to be fixed right HERE! <br /><br />Being the good sport that she is...MOH didn’t even bat an eye. She backed me up against the back of the reception hall, put Maid Britney on the “look out” and dove up under my layers of dresses. Where she proceeded to get a good “grip” and make some adjustments for me. In other words, MOH has now seen my bare butt. I mean, not like she was trying to look, but how could she avoid it?!?! I was mortified...but SO very grateful to feel “secure” once again. LOL! And if you ask me, she gave an extra tug – “just to be sure” or so she said...maybe it was payback for having to pull up my britches in the first place!<br /><br />After all was well in my world again, we fell apart in laughter. I mean, like give-me-side-stitches laughter. It was THAT funny! Luckily, or hopefully, no one saw anything (other than MOH, that is) and we rejoined the rest of the party quickly. B, of course, assured me that he would have been more than happy to help with the problem once I explained to him what was going on...and I’m sure that he would have...but we were in a field with our closest friends and some of their spouses...maybe not the time and place for his sort of “help.”<br /><br />So the moral of the story? You’ve really got two choices: 1) Wash and wear your special undies for at least a little while before that special occasion or 2) Be sure to surround yourself with women who are willing to “go the extra mile” for you when you start to have wardrobe malfunctions! Either way works...just depends on your own personal level of embarrassment tolerance! ;)A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-3968942627464899952010-04-23T08:00:00.000-05:002010-04-23T08:00:01.871-05:00Family Pictures<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>There’s really no exciting way to present family pictures, if you ask me...most of my readers don’t know my family...but since there are some family members who do read my blog, I think that they should be posted.<br /><br />There were a couple of items that needed to be “set up” for the reception, like lighting candles, and a few things that needed to be taken down from the ceremony, like those chairs that we rented...and doing the family portraits right after the wedding gave us a little bit of time to do these things. Our wedding party went off on their missions, and we stayed with most of our family members and smiled and said “Cheese!” for the obligatory family portraits.<br /><br />So without further ado...or too many comments, let me present our family pictures.<br /><br />First up...our new family...</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460822615016556882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S8i9PFV7SVI/AAAAAAAAC3g/n_GnhEwnfus/s320/Sandy++Brent-8056.jpg" border="0" />And just the cutie pies by themselves...new brothers and sisters! J was REALLY excited to call T her brother officially now...T? Well, he tried not to act too excited, but then again, he's 12...boys at the age try to act like everything's not really all that cool!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460823423432286258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S8i9-I7QYDI/AAAAAAAAC3o/lOFB0XiC4mw/s320/Sandy++Brent-8067.jpg" border="0" />Us with our minister...who did a FABULOUS job on the ceremony!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460406155045150002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S8dCd7DSnTI/AAAAAAAAC2A/wc8Jr9g-6yg/s320/Sandy++Brent-7851.jpg" border="0" />My Mom and step-dad...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460407240987987394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S8dDdIgPTcI/AAAAAAAAC2I/bkI40rMl2SY/s320/Sandy++Brent-7853.jpg" border="0" />Adding in my little sister and step-brother (with family)...so this would be my Mom's side of the family...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460814879981244866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S8i2M2FzEcI/AAAAAAAAC2w/9wYHSSPYIes/s320/Sandy++Brent-7945.jpg" border="0" />Then with my Dad and step-mom...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460408181615661698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S8dET4nWkoI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/65sd8h2bytI/s320/Sandy++Brent-7875.jpg" border="0" />Adding in my step-sister and her family...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460818367662586946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S8i5X2t0_EI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/76TG-b7HBf8/s320/Sandy++Brent-8010.jpg" border="0" />Then all of my aunts, uncles and cousins from that side of the family...my Dad's side of the family...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460819950514190466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S8i6z_TDuII/AAAAAAAAC3Y/CfKhu46bEcY/s320/Sandy++Brent-8028.jpg" border="0" />Us with B's Dad and step-mom...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460409619906755746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S8dFnmqq_KI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/zwUlIfkmU6A/s320/Sandy++Brent-7891.jpg" border="0" />Adding in his grandmother...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460814007662205010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S8i1aEcu2FI/AAAAAAAAC2o/mw_-ePO0GWE/s320/Sandy++Brent-7917.jpg" border="0" />Then adding in sister and step-brothers...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460808920404237618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S8iwx876nTI/AAAAAAAAC2g/pDw06FlrIG4/s320/Sandy++Brent-7903.jpg" border="0" />Then we called up my ex-step-dad (who raised me) for a quick shot...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460815785734496834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S8i3BkSM4kI/AAAAAAAAC24/RZt4matxzgY/s320/Sandy++Brent-7967.jpg" border="0" />And then we added in my little sister...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460816608506799570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S8i3xdWZ5dI/AAAAAAAAC3A/j4nsU0YIAXQ/s320/Sandy++Brent-7977.jpg" border="0" />And finally, I wanted one more shot...with ALL of our parents...past, present, step or otherwise...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460817616784896386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S8i4sJeosYI/AAAAAAAAC3I/8Hoq8rMd_zA/s320/Sandy++Brent-7986.jpg" border="0" />I would have really liked to have had one more family picture...B had a LOT of family that was present on our wedding day that is not pictured here. I guess that they all (aunts, uncles, cousins) thought that the announcement for family to stick around mainly meant immediate family members. The best we can figure is that they hit the bar - lucky people! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>That's where we were wishing we were headed...but nope. One more stop along the road to the reception first...up next - bridal party pictures!<br /><br />**All photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.christinacarrollphotography.com/">Christina Carroll Photography</a><br /><br />Need to catch up? Here’s some links:<br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-spa-day.html">Girls’ Spa Day</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/bachelorettebachelor-party.html">Bachelor/Bachelorette Party</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/setting-up-venue.html">Setting Up the Venue…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/practice-makes-perfect.html">Practice Makes Perfect…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/rehearsal-dinner.html">Rehearsal Dinner</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-minutes-is-all-that-i-need.html">5 Minutes is All that I Need</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-stop-at-hair-salon.html">A “Quick” Stop at the Hair Salon</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peek-at-venue.html">A Sneak Peek at the Venue...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/arriving-at-venueto-stay.html">Arriving at the Venue...to Stay!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-dressed.html">Getting Dressed</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/maids-pose-for-camera.html">The Maids Pose for the Camera...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-im-out-of-order.html">Oops - I’m Out of Order!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-smile-and-say-cheese.html">The Boys Smile and Say “Cheese!”</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-show-time.html">It’s Show Time!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride.html">Here Comes the Bride!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/becoming-man-and-wife.html">Becoming Man and Wife...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-man-and-wife.html">We’re Man and Wife!</a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-43332052358525976562010-04-21T13:00:00.001-05:002010-04-21T13:00:03.658-05:00OMG...Let me start this post off by saying that yes, I know that I'm a dork. I revel in it and fully embrace my dorkiness...<br /><br />I interrupt regularly scheduled posts to admit that I just clicked onto my Google Analytics account for this little blog this morning. I know, I know, I should look at this stuff more often than once a month...but I’ve been a little preoccupied! <br /><br />Anywho...so I check my stats out today, and guess what I found? Are you ready? Are you sitting down for this? I was SO excited, that I’m totally being a little cheesy about all of this, but still...I found that there are quite a few sites that are hitting my blog by way of referral. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, then I’ll explain (to the best of my knowledge) – there are two kinds of internet traffic: direct traffic that meant to type in your website and visit there and indirect traffic that clicked over to your blog through another link on a different website. <br /><br />I know that this works because last month, I linked to Mrs. Sea Breeze’s blog in one of my posts on my baby blog and low and behold she commented back on my blog! Yes, I might have jumped up and down at work for just a minute...you would think that a celebrity personally contacted me. But let’s face it, there are a few Bees that I would LOVE to meet in real life who are kind of like celebrities on a wedding scale, and she’s one of mine...and she must have found me through her Google Analytics. I know that she uses it, because she’s posted about it before...so that got me thinking – who might (or might not) be reading my little blog?<br /><br />Anyway, back to my story. So I click over to my account and pull up A Bride...Again blog stats. I notice that there is quite a bit of referring traffic, so I delve deeper into those Referring sites. And guess what I found? A little website called <a href="http://bestbridalblogs.com/best_bridal_blogs_national.html">Best Bridal Blogs</a> has MY blog listed under Texas wedding blogs to follow!!! <br /><br />Are you jumping up and down for me too? Aww...how sweet! Thanks!<br /><br />I was SO excited! And what makes it even better to me is that when I look through the other blogs that were chosen for this site, there are some pretty good ones out there...like Broke-Ass Bride (aka Mrs. Meatball)! Do you mean to tell me that my blog is on a list for best bridal blogs AND that also on that list are some of my all-time favorite blogs, including BAB?!?! Not to leave out the others on there that I love...The Encore Bride, just to name another one.<br /><br />And that’s when the jumping continued...which 6 and a half month pregnant women should probably not be doing! At least, not without planning for a little side trip to the bathroom, people...<br /><br />Anyway, maybe you care and maybe you don’t. That’s ok with me. I vaguely recall submitting my blog for consideration in the months leading up to my wedding, possibly after getting a rejection from my weddingbee application...and never hearing back from Best Bridal Blogs if anything had been decided. So I guess that I was selected! I’ve put a link to their website there on the right side of my blog if you’re looking for other great bridal blogs to read...check them out. <br /><br />And yes, you can do a little happy dance for me too, if you click over there and scroll down to Texas and notice that of the two blogs listed...this little blog is one of them! It kind of makes me want to say – “take THAT weddingbee!” <br /><br />Let me hear an “Amen!”A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-66216078095242655272010-04-20T08:00:00.000-05:002010-04-20T08:00:06.252-05:00We’re Man and Wife!<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>I’ve spent this past weekend organizing my wedding pictures...and yes, there were 395 that just HAD to be printed out for myself! Wink, wink!! No, my Mom was in town and I’ve been meaning to print them all out and put them in an album so that family members could look at them easier than perusing the 4 discs that we got from our photographer...but between home remodeling and baby stuff...wedding pictures kind of fell to the back burner. <br /><br />But this visit prompted my little toosh to get in gear, and I ordered ALL 395 of my “favorites” to be printed. (And yes, it helped that Walgreen’s was running a great sale on prints!) We looked through them this weekend, and then I spent about an hour last night putting them “in order.” This was actually an easier process than I thought...I suppose working on my recaps has helped and I was able to put all the pictures into two large envelopes before I went to bed last night. Then, this morning, I took about 30 minutes and got most of the file names on the back of each shot...this was a hard-learned lesson from previous photo shoots – label your pictures well...that way when a family says “I want a copy of this one!” you know exactly which one this one is! <br /><br />Anyway, all of that was a rambling way to say that looking at my wedding pictures over the last few days makes me SO happy! Most importantly, I love, love, LOVE seeing the smiles and laughter that are apparent in almost every single picture. Yes, the boys tried to not smile and just stand there and look serious...but for the most part, there was so much joy and laughter on our wedding day. And isn’t that the way that it should be? I know, from past experience, that this is not always the case...but looking at our wedding pictures I am just overwhelmed all over again with how MUCH happiness there was that day. <br /><br />It flowed from us, from our families who (I hope!) we so happy to see each of us happy, and from our friends who had been there with us through the good and bad times before in our lives...and they were all celebrating right along with us. What a wonderful feeling...and how truly blessed we are!<br /><br />I hope that is what you take away from these next few posts...the joy...the smiles...the laughter...and yes, the LOVE that is so apparent to me in these pictures. <br /><br />So now that I’ve said all of that...let’s get to those pictures, shall we? We last left off right after the hand fasting ceremony and we were about to seal the deal with a great, big sloppy kiss! Well, maybe not that sloppy...<br /><br />Our minister said some closing words and then spoke B’s favorite part of the ceremony – “You may now kiss your bride!”<br /><br />We paused to take in the moment...</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454790686821441794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7NPOpwZ4QI/AAAAAAAACyo/Q35A2Zp46Bc/s320/Sandy++Brent-7785.jpg" border="0" />Then laid one on each other!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454791697740619554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7NQJfuUXyI/AAAAAAAACyw/ACRS4SNpWgE/s320/Sandy++Brent-7786.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454792898366896258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7NRPYZ7eII/AAAAAAAACy4/fxqWWaGAG_A/s320/Sandy++Brent-7788.jpg" border="0" />I love that the second photographer captured the moment from a different angle...and that it was a bit closer!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454810462651554546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7NhNwduGvI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/ZA06T4atmm0/s320/Sandy+%26+Brent-0162.jpg" border="0" />And there was laughter...just pure joy!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454794413583669666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7NSnlBwmaI/AAAAAAAACzA/swoun4yTMbE/s320/Sandy++Brent-7792.jpg" border="0" />And possibly a few great, big, belly laughs...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454795547742844594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7NTpmGYNrI/AAAAAAAACzI/sjyduC0J4qw/s320/Sandy++Brent-7794.jpg" border="0" />I can’t tell you much about the kiss...but I can tell you how extremely happy I was at that moment. Total bliss. There’s no other way to describe it, I don’t think. I was finally married to the man of my dreams! <br /><br />I got my bouquet back from MOH, and we turned to face the audience as the minister announced our new names...and then the applause and cat calls started!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454796967168461298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7NU8N30SfI/AAAAAAAACzQ/WhsxeIw4OK4/s320/Sandy++Brent-7800.jpg" border="0" />What didn’t start? The music right away...so there was an awkward moment or two...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454799225039837538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7NW_pGTWWI/AAAAAAAACzg/lJWwOSVw3uU/s320/Sandy++Brent-7811.jpg" border="0" />And after the mishap at the start of the ceremony...there were a few chuckles here!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454797830709352530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7NVue0AmFI/AAAAAAAACzY/yik6uLDelq8/s320/Sandy++Brent-7808.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454801773225513410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7NZT91HEcI/AAAAAAAACzw/UW1y_JkKiJU/s320/Sandy++Brent-7823.jpg" border="0" />Once James Brown started singing his diddy, we moved on down the aisle, hand in hand, as husband and wife. I was ecstatic the whole walk down the aisle...just had the biggest grin on my face EVER! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454800482054701762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7NYIz2AAsI/AAAAAAAACzo/nSIJwKq706Q/s320/Sandy++Brent-7816.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454802757610336690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7NaNQ8vcbI/AAAAAAAACz4/-H4UM5fHrXY/s320/Sandy++Brent-7826.jpg" border="0" />Our wedding party followed suit, and we all gathered at the back of the clearing. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454806297926866610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7NdbVp-lrI/AAAAAAAAC0A/-GnU325x78Q/s320/Sandy++Brent-7832.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454808793176780706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7NfslL6r6I/AAAAAAAAC0I/O-2ApLREoM0/s320/Sandy++Brent-7835.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454810115022741410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7Ng5hcjX6I/AAAAAAAAC0Q/7QmDZoGa4-A/s320/Sandy++Brent-7839.jpg" border="0" />As we made our way around the side of the clearing, back towards the front of the ceremony site for family pictures, the minister made the announcement for family to please stick around for some photos and friends could head to the reception hall, just across the road. It was a smooth transition to picture time...and I can remember nothing other than how happy we were...just kept squeezing each other’s hand, sneaking little kisses, and telling each other how much we loved the other one! <br /><br />A perfect ending to the ceremony, if you ask me!<br /><br />**All photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.christinacarrollphotography.com/">Christina Carroll Photography</a><br /><br />Need to catch up? Here’s some links:<br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-spa-day.html">Girls’ Spa Day</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/bachelorettebachelor-party.html">Bachelor/Bachelorette Party</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/setting-up-venue.html">Setting Up the Venue…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/practice-makes-perfect.html">Practice Makes Perfect…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/rehearsal-dinner.html">Rehearsal Dinner</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-minutes-is-all-that-i-need.html">5 Minutes is All that I Need</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-stop-at-hair-salon.html">A “Quick” Stop at the Hair Salon</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peek-at-venue.html">A Sneak Peek at the Venue...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/arriving-at-venueto-stay.html">Arriving at the Venue...to Stay!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-dressed.html">Getting Dressed</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/maids-pose-for-camera.html">The Maids Pose for the Camera...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-im-out-of-order.html">Oops - I’m Out of Order!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-smile-and-say-cheese.html">The Boys Smile and Say “Cheese!”</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-show-time.html">It’s Show Time!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride.html">Here Comes the Bride!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/becoming-man-and-wife.html">Becoming Man and Wife...</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-10227982720316542952010-04-17T08:00:00.000-05:002010-04-17T08:00:05.425-05:00Becoming Man and Wife...<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Let’s see...where were we? Oh yeah...the boys came in, followed by the girls...then I made my own entrance with a little help from James Brown (at least it’s a memorable bride’s entrance, right?) and I joined my soon-to-be husband. So there we were, gathered in front of family and friends... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452688164967881778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6vW_xfjHDI/AAAAAAAACvg/FdzD14xG6AQ/s320/Sandy++Brent-7655.jpg" border="0" />Our photographer, Christina Carroll, captured the whole ceremony layout with some interesting lenses and angles...I'll let the picture do the talking...but I will mention that these are some of my absolute favorite pictures!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452683849015455250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6vTEjUTbhI/AAAAAAAACvA/HRSXKusT2uE/s320/Sandy++Brent-7642.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452684563660857314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6vTuJlC3-I/AAAAAAAACvI/29JsULcQE80/s320/Sandy++Brent-7644.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452686285685070450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6vVSYnnGnI/AAAAAAAACvY/vseIKTnWg4o/s320/Sandy++Brent-7648.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452685248708167026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6vUWBlDRXI/AAAAAAAACvQ/FUmjaj7iYJc/s320/Sandy++Brent-7646.jpg" border="0" />Our ceremony was very special to us. In fact, we wrote the ceremony...and yes, that’s one of those “we” comments that really means “me.” But B did have input and he helped edit things down to where we thought it was a good representation of us. Something that we both knew for the start was that we wanted our wedding ceremony to be personal, a representation of us and who we were as a couple...and, since we’d both been married before, we wanted something different than in either of our previous ceremonies.<br /><br />For instance, we knew we wanted to incorporate some type of unity ceremony to symbolize our coming together – joining of the families and all, but neither of us wanted to do a candle ceremony. After doing some research online, I was pretty set on having a hand fasting ceremony and lucky for me, B went along with me. <br /><br />Once I had done some research, and our ceremony was written up, it was a bit on the lengthy side. Dwayne, our minister, was practicing at home several times a week, becoming more familiar with what we had written out for him, and was still timing it at about an hour. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem for most couples...but we knew that there would be somewhere around 40 children in the audience...getting more and more antsy by the minute. In hindsight...short and sweet might be a better plan. But we LOVED what we had put together, and we just couldn’t cut it down any further. After checking to make sure that Dwayne was ok with the length...and double (or triple) checking the sunset times with Christina Carroll to ensure that we would be able to do pictures after the ceremony, even though it was a lengthy ceremony, we kept it like it was. And I’m SO glad that we did. </div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I know that I like to talk, but I think that I'll let the pictures tell the story...for the most part, anyway!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">We stood in front of family and friends, hands together...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452689077727279362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6vX05yWOQI/AAAAAAAACvo/vwkqDY7HH6Y/s320/Sandy++Brent-7660.jpg" border="0" />We heard words of wisdom, that came from the heart...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452690096165872258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6vYwLxB4oI/AAAAAAAACvw/HnVRxTRmZ_A/s320/Sandy++Brent-7664.jpg" border="0" />There was laughter...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452928362638935442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6yxdHi_BZI/AAAAAAAACwA/TYjrX_otsqo/s320/Sandy++Brent-7681.jpg" border="0" />And possibly a little "ribbing" since it was a friend who married us...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452695366243964690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6vdi8Vj1xI/AAAAAAAACv4/I8YbxJv1cjA/s320/Sandy++Brent-7678.jpg" border="0" />But I don't think that we spent any of this time not touching...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452929077246012018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6yyGtqlqnI/AAAAAAAACwI/pRjtAowbY7Q/s320/Sandy++Brent-7690.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="left">He gave me a ring...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452929792467899202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6yywWExk0I/AAAAAAAACwQ/QhI3hpV1PZ0/s320/Sandy++Brent-7695.jpg" border="0" />And I returned the favor...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452930522643788258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6yza2MRceI/AAAAAAAACwY/ZLZhf8PgGtE/s320/Sandy++Brent-7705.jpg" border="0" />We exchanged our vows...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452946816601469474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6zCPR6gsiI/AAAAAAAACyQ/1XEOgskYAuw/s320/Sandy+%26+Brent-0131.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="left">While our friends and family looked on and struggled not to cry...and fidget...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452947178756761138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6zCkXDD5jI/AAAAAAAACyY/SKovsXB0Pv8/s320/Sandy+%26+Brent-0153.jpg" border="0" />Luckily for us, Dwayne was a little nervous...and we were just a “bit” excited and before either one of us knew it, the rings had been exchanged...the vows had been repeated...and Best Man S stepped up with our hand fasting ropes. I loved this part of our ceremony SO much...I just have to share the words:</div><div align="center"><br />“S, take B’s hands palms up, so you may see the gift that they are to you:<br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452932786709410178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6y1eoflMYI/AAAAAAAACwo/eNXp9Q2Q0Ac/s320/Sandy++Brent-7731.jpg" border="0" />These are the hands of your best friend, young and strong and vibrant with love. They are holding yours on your wedding day, as he promises to love you all the days of his life.<br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452931564958608882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6y0XhHfbfI/AAAAAAAACwg/pOXa3IhhXFY/s320/Sandy++Brent-7727.jpg" border="0" />Now B, take S’s hands, palms up, so you may see the gift that they are to you:<br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452933730667188930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6y2VlAp0sI/AAAAAAAACww/8ooBvznd2H4/s320/Sandy++Brent-7734.jpg" border="0" />These are the hands of your best friend, smooth, young and carefree. They are holding yours on your wedding day, as she promises to love you all the days of her life. <br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452936052718234018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6y4cvUw6aI/AAAAAAAACxA/gR8iNq1OOdc/s320/Sandy++Brent-7737.jpg" border="0" />Now, please join hands so that they may be fasted in the ways of old. Remember then as your hands are fasted, these are not the ties that bind…<br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452937536021007954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6y5zFDtDlI/AAAAAAAACxI/bCWTKb5BVlo/s320/Sandy++Brent-7747.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">[Cords are held aloft by Best Man]<br /></span> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452938087720217826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6y6TMTC7OI/AAAAAAAACxQ/NDTBjd1Btw4/s320/Sandy++Brent-7751.jpg" border="0" />The love already shared by your hearts has been strengthened by the vows you have taken.<br /><br />You will be bound by your love as you are bound by your clasped hands from now until the end of your days.<br /><br />[As the following is recited, the couples hands are wrapped with cords by Best Man]<br /><br />These are the hands that will passionately love you and cherish you through the years, and with the slightest touch will comfort you like no other.<br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452939256647302834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6y7XO4-vrI/AAAAAAAACxY/KHH8D1dHRQ8/s320/Sandy++Brent-7759.jpg" border="0" />These are the hands that will work alongside yours, as you build your future together.<br /><br />These are the hands that will hold you whenever illness, fear, or grief may find you.<br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452940048240400194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6y8FTze10I/AAAAAAAACxg/K5AyDBLLxgE/s320/Sandy++Brent-7762.jpg" border="0" />These are the hands that will give you strength when you need it.<br /><br />These are the hands that will tenderly hold your children.<br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452940880240511506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6y81vPxChI/AAAAAAAACxo/88IhIYuPIWM/s320/Sandy++Brent-7764.jpg" border="0" />These are the hands that even when wrinkled and aged, will still be reaching for yours.<br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452941692460348658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6y9lBAENPI/AAAAAAAACxw/daRVjHSh5Yc/s320/Sandy++Brent-7767.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">[Binding is finished and cords are knotted]<br /></span> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452943358526508754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6y_F_lMTtI/AAAAAAAACx4/znGTEuGUZw8/s320/Sandy++Brent-7774.jpg" border="0" />Bless these hands that you see before you this day.<br />May they always reach out with love, gentleness and respect.<br />May they build a loving relationship that lasts a lifetime.<br />May they always be held by one another.<br />If you follow these words and heed this sacred binding, your hands will heal, protect, shelter and guide.<br />Now, you may remove the cords, but remember the knot as a lasting symbol of your binding and commitment.”<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">[Cords are removed and stored]<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">**Source from </span><a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/09/24/write-your-own-wedding-ceremony/"><span style="font-size:78%;">here</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;">.<br /></span> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452944730235503666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S6zAV1mGhDI/AAAAAAAACyA/4yimAYfR5JI/s320/Sandy++Brent-7777.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="left">I think that I'm laughing so hard because B was giving BM a hard time about how good of a job he did wrapping us up...taking them off was a little more difficult!</div><div align="left"><br />Truthfully, my heart still gives a little tug when I read those words...they were SO powerful and meaningful to us. I literally got a chill reading this part of our ceremony now months after our wedding.<br /><br />Before we knew it, the ceremony was complete, and it was every bride and groom’s favorite part of the ceremony...our first kiss as man and wife! <br /><br />**All photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.christinacarrollphotography.com/">Christina Carroll Photography</a><br /><br />Need to catch up? Here’s some links:<br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-spa-day.html">Girls’ Spa Day</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/bachelorettebachelor-party.html">Bachelor/Bachelorette Party</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/setting-up-venue.html">Setting Up the Venue…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/practice-makes-perfect.html">Practice Makes Perfect…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/rehearsal-dinner.html">Rehearsal Dinner</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-minutes-is-all-that-i-need.html">5 Minutes is All that I Need</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-stop-at-hair-salon.html">A “Quick” Stop at the Hair Salon</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peek-at-venue.html">A Sneak Peek at the Venue...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/arriving-at-venueto-stay.html">Arriving at the Venue...to Stay!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-dressed.html">Getting Dressed</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/maids-pose-for-camera.html">The Maids Pose for the Camera...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-im-out-of-order.html">Oops - I’m Out of Order!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-smile-and-say-cheese.html">The Boys Smile and Say “Cheese!”</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-show-time.html">It’s Show Time!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-bride.html">Here Comes the Bride!</a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-62400622932583413542010-04-12T17:00:00.001-05:002010-04-12T17:00:01.764-05:00Big News...Want to hear some REALLY good news?<br /><br />Click <a href="http://amotheragain.blogspot.com/2010/04/cause-for-celebration.html">here</a> and find out what I'm talking about!!!A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913913003290138971.post-27304379710646435582010-04-12T08:00:00.000-05:002010-04-12T08:00:00.216-05:00Here Comes the Bride!I know that there’s not a lot of originality to the title...but I couldn’t resist! =)<br /><br />Here we are...the bride’s BIG moment...walking down the aisle. Towards a new life. Towards her future and the man of her dreams. For me, even with it not being my first trip down the aisle, this moment was no less special and amazing. The last time that I had made this momentous walk, I was making it for many reasons...but none of them were for love. People marry in the world everyday for many, many reasons...and love isn’t always the main one.<br /><br />I had a small round of tears/fears earlier during the afternoon...but felt nothing at this moment but pure happiness. 100% joy. A million times different than I had felt at this moment the last time that I had made this walk. An encore bride tries hard (at least I did) to make this trip completely different than the last time that she made this walk...and you try really hard not to think about the last time that you said vows...and all of the reasons that you ended up not fulfilling those vows...but it’s really unavoidable. Maybe it was just me, but it was really hard not to compare the two days in my mind.<br /><br />And this day? Well, like I said earlier, it was a million times better. I was completely, 100% in love with my groom, and wanted nothing more in my life at that moment than to marry this man. To forge our future together for better or for worse. And for someone who’s already seen what the worst could be like...it takes a lot of courage to do this again. You know that you might be hurt. You know that you might let others down. Worse yet, you might let yourself down. But I firmly believe, with all that I have, that making this journey with the right person makes all the difference. It makes a world of difference.<br /><br />So there I was...peeking out from around the corner of the building, trying my hardest to stay behind the trees and shrubs so that my groom wouldn’t see me until the last minute...and my dad came to get my hand. I smiled a humongous smile...and got ready to get this show on the road. I heard all of the music starting and everything was going great. But you know, don’t you that something typically goes a little bit wrong, right? Hopefully it’s not too wrong, and if you’re lucky no one else but you even notices that it was wrong. That’s the best case. That’s not the case that I got.<br /><br />Unfortunately, my wedding “moment” for lack of a better word, was totally and completely noticeable...and embarrassingly hilarious. I mean, like the whole crowd was laughing. Let me back up and explain...<br /><br />You see, it all started because I had forgotten to plan one teensy, tiny detail that would make a HUGE difference during our wedding ceremony. Maybe you can remember back far enough to recall that I had waited until the last minute to decide on my wedding music...and something that I had never really thought about was who was going to run my wedding music. I think that it hit me like three days before the wedding that the DJ that we’d hired only covered the reception.<br /><br />So what about the ceremony music? Yeah...it would have been nice to have thought about it earlier, but I didn’t. Hmmm...when the chips are down, and you’re in a bind, who comes through the best? Family. Right? Right.<br /><br />You see, I have a cousin in college here in Austin that is a wizard when it comes to electronics. And I’m not exaggerating, either. When he was in high school, he started an ebay business where he bought broken iPods and fixed them and resold them for profit. Smart kid. And when you have someone in the family like that...obviously, that’s the person that you want to operate some sound equipment and handle your pre-made (and in order) CD on your wedding day, right? Right.<br /><br />Except that I forgot to tell him about this plan. I meant to call him, I really did. I thought about it three days before the wedding...then again two days before the wedding...and again the day before the wedding. But when do you think that I actually asked him? If you guessed right before the ceremony started...then you’d be right!<br /><br />I actually talked to my aunt (his mom) the day before the wedding when I ran into her at the hotel. She said that it was fine and he could handle it easily...but I didn’t talk to HIM specifically, or place the CD into his hot little hands with instructions, until the hour before the ceremony. Ok, maybe it was 30 minutes prior to the start of the ceremony. And maybe it was really my Mom who passed on the message, and not me exactly. But whatever.<br /><br />In all honesty, it shouldn’t have caused any problems. There was a CD with before ceremony music that we had picked out that was set to play already. And then the ceremony music was on a separate CD with only four songs on it...in the right order...only needing to be sped up to the next song when we had extra time left. Easy, breezy.<br /><br />But what happens when you need MORE time? Yeah. A really good question that maybe I should have thought about ahead of time...but honestly it just never crossed my mind. The song that I had selected to walk down the aisle to was a live version of Martina McBride singing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” If you’re familiar with Martina, she’s known for holding out a note long and hard...and she’s one of the most talented country music singers there is, in my opinion. This song is no different. And there was this ONE part that I had in my head that would be perfect for me to arrive at the end of the aisle at...for B’s first moment of seeing me. The music builds and swells and she holds this fantastic note...it was just perfect.<br /><br />The day before, when we practiced, I realized that my Maids were going to get to the front WAY before that moment in the song. So when we got to the back of the aisle (still hidden in the bushes and shrubs), I instructed them at the last minute to wait there while the prelude music played and not make an entrance until Martina actually started singing. Thinking in my head that this would buy the extra time that I needed, right?<br /><br />Well, it worked. My Dad and I walked out at just the right moment. There was my groom and his handsome men standing at his side...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457416475472668130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7yjXqvppeI/AAAAAAAAC0g/LpZMnB9NY_I/s320/Sandy++Brent-7579.jpg" border="0" /><br />The music swelled...I stepped out...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457419119185228066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7ylxjV18SI/AAAAAAAAC0w/sxAaqF32xrY/s320/Sandy++Brent-7588.jpg" border="0" /><br />And B got his first look at his bride...I love that the photographer caught our minister watching B's reaction to seeing me...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457432061320912386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7yxi4jcXgI/AAAAAAAAC1w/-TdDaL1C2pw/s320/Sandy+%26+Brent-0088.jpg" border="0" />The look on his face said it all. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457431054541261922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7ywoSAeDGI/AAAAAAAAC1o/kgEHwN5ATmM/s320/Sandy+%26+Brent-0078.jpg" border="0" />And then Martina paused to recover from her long note. You can see where this is going right?<br /><br />My cousin, who is in NO WAY to blame for this mistake, thought that the song was over. And doing what anyone else would do in this situation, he hit fast forward to get to the next song. That’s what anyone in their right mind would do, right? Only if you had listened to the song before would you have known that Martina went on to actually finish the song for another 30-45 seconds after her pause. Which would have been the exact time that I needed to walk down the aisle. Or close enough.<br /><br />But bless his heart, he hit the fast forward button just as I made my “dramatic bride pause” at the end of the aisle and waited for everyone to stand and turn to look at me. (Yes, it was MY day...I looked great...and was proud of the fact that I felt like a princess...I wanted to revel in it a little bit!) Just as they stood and turned, this is what the crowd heard...<br /><br />“OW! I feel good...nah nah nah nah nah nah nah...” I think that you can finish the rest, right?<br /><br />The look on B’s face was priceless...check it out!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457417609172930194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7ykZqG2zpI/AAAAAAAAC0o/SG6Cu8uHUxQ/s320/Sandy++Brent-7582.jpg" border="0" />It's that frozen-smile-in-place, "OMG what is happening?" look...perfect!<br /><br />You see, there was no music during the actual ceremony. So the next song on the CD was the song that we were going to use to make our exit. Except that the song that we were exiting to was a surprise to B. He didn’t ask, and I didn’t tell. I just thought that it would be so cute when at the end of the ceremony, after we were announced as husband and wife to have James Brown sing “I Feel Good!” It would sum up everything that we both felt in that moment.<br /><br />Except that it came at the wrong moment. I was shocked. Didn’t know what to do. My Dad looked at me and I think he actually asked me if they were playing the right music? Which I found funny. As in totally hilarious. I started laughing. And looked up front at my groom to find him and his guys laughing. And that’s when the crowd lost it and THEY started laughing.<br /><br />And poor Z, my cousin...he was frantically trying to rewind the CD as fast as he could. But in his haste, he just hit rewind once...which only went back to “OW! I feel good...nah nah nah nah nah nah nah...”<br /><br />Which only made our wedding guests laugh THAT much harder! It was by far the funniest moment of our wedding. And the best news? Since I thought that it was funny...I refrained from being a Bridezilla (which I had been accused of being earlier in the week) and went with the moment and just relaxed about it all. I mean, who could I really blame? Only myself, if I’m honest.<br /><br />Luckily, my cousin corrected his mistake very quickly, and restarted Martina’s song...and after settling down our giggles, my Dad and I started down the aisle. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457420859820614754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7ynW3tqJGI/AAAAAAAAC04/GeRgRREZFMs/s320/Sandy++Brent-7592.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457422374618503714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7yovCxnmiI/AAAAAAAAC1A/LYUtjYk2CYI/s320/Sandy++Brent-7601.jpg" border="0" />Still kind of giggling over the James Brown incident...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457426261297399810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7ysRRyFCAI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/0UPu8S0dn0U/s320/Sandy++Brent-7605.jpg" border="0" />But totally happy to be where I was...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457428655386280546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7yucodWQmI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/NuCNDh4glrc/s320/Sandy++Brent-7616.jpg" border="0" />I only stumbled once or twice on the uneven ground...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457423758627451426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7yp_mnEMiI/AAAAAAAAC1I/XrDRR3wgXww/s320/Sandy++Brent-7602.jpg" border="0" />And finally arrived at my destination. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457430494920290130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7ywHtQbr1I/AAAAAAAAC1g/f80cLva5Fjk/s320/Sandy++Brent-7627.jpg" border="0" />My Dad stood there proudly and did his part in passing my hand to B when our preacher asked who gave this woman to this man...answered my favorite response “Her Mother and I do.” His part done, my hand was given over, and I stepped onto the stage, holding tightly to my soon-to-be husband’s hand. More ready than ever to make this incredible journey. I was here again...but for the right reasons this time. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457432591359349490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38ZACX1dqng/S7yyBvGdEvI/AAAAAAAAC14/ZwosReajgEE/s320/Sandy+%26+Brent-0104.jpg" border="0" />I couldn’t wait to say “I Do!”<br /><br />**All photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.christinacarrollphotography.com/">Christina Carroll Photography</a><br /><br />Need to catch up? Here’s some links:<br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-spa-day.html">Girls’ Spa Day</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/bachelorettebachelor-party.html">Bachelor/Bachelorette Party</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/setting-up-venue.html">Setting Up the Venue…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/12/practice-makes-perfect.html">Practice Makes Perfect…</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/rehearsal-dinner.html">Rehearsal Dinner</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-minutes-is-all-that-i-need.html">5 Minutes is All that I Need</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-stop-at-hair-salon.html">A “Quick” Stop at the Hair Salon</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peek-at-venue.html">A Sneak Peek at the Venue...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/arriving-at-venueto-stay.html">Arriving at the Venue...to Stay!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-dressed.html">Getting Dressed</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/maids-pose-for-camera.html">The Maids Pose for the Camera...</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-im-out-of-order.html">Oops - I’m Out of Order!</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-smile-and-say-cheese.html">The Boys Smile and Say “Cheese!”</a><br /><a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-show-time.html">It’s Show Time!</a>A Bride...Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09885449400152475700noreply@blogger.com1