To the Happy Couple!

Last weekend, on August 25th, my beautiful cousin Kaylin got married!

It was several hours away, but I am so glad that we were able to come.  It was so good seeing my mom's family after so long and hanging out with Dad.  The wedding was GORGEOUS.  It was rustic, classy, and a lot of fun!

It was also (in normal Hunter and Leah fashion) complete with misadventures on our part.  So saddle up friends, here we go.

Firstly, it was an outdoor wedding for which I thought I had dressed appropriately.  I wore a cute sleeveless gray dress and yellow flats that I had just bought with yellow earrings.  For those of you who don't know, my right foot is a good 1/2-1 size bigger than my left foot, so while my new yellow flats fit perfectly on my left foot, big ole righty over there was barking after a few minutes.  No bueno.  Eventually they stretched out and they were fine, though.  Score for me.  So we get to the wedding and after approximately 3-4 minutes, I start sweating.  Not really because it's hot, but because it's not cold.  That's my life.  I'm normally cold because I'm very cold-natured, but today the evidence of my sweating was all over my back.  I'm talking from neck to lower back.  My dress was a material where every bead of sweat showed.  So I just decided to own it, because let's be serious, I'm sure everyone else was sweaty too but  was the only one that was displaying it.

We went to sit down, and we were told that we could sit where the family sits.  Our family and people that we knew were sitting on the right side, so we just went up to the second row and sat down.  Where we were sitting initially was close to the aisle, so I figured that not too many people could see my back in all its glory.  So I'm snapping pictures and trying to figure out how to make it not make so much noise when it took the photos.  I thought I had it as the groom's grandparents were coming down the aisle.  I was wrong.  And I was also wrong about which side we were supposed to be sitting on.  I don't know WHY it didn't occur to me that the bride side is the left side.  Dad, Hunter, and I had to scoot over to the outside of the second row so the grandparents could sit.  And like the Baptist church, nobody was really sitting in the front few rows, so I was hyper aware of my back being soaked with sweat and the fact that everyone could see it.  I shortly got over it when I saw my stunning cousin walking down the aisle!  But I didn't snap any photos because it was still really loud.

Things went smoothly for a while, complete with a popcorn bar (maybe one of my most favorite things), a delicious dinner, and phenomenal treats.  This story isn't really a misadventure, but it makes me laugh just thinking about it.  At the reception, I was sitting next to a pair of elderly ladies.  They were super nice and I really enjoyed talking to them.  They got up at one point to get dessert, which consisted of different types of custard, cake pops (which Dad thoroughly enjoyed), little brownie type desserts, and they were all amazing.  When the ladies came back, one of them told us to be sure to take a plate when we went to get desserts because they had to carry everything, including a little cup of custard and a little bit had gotten on her shirt right at her boob level.  The other elderly lady looked at her and said, "Oh look!  You lactated!!"  I had just taken a big swig of water and I started laughing, and it tickled me more that I was trying not to spew my water everywhere.  It took me a good few minutes to stop laughing.  It was so wonderful.

Anyway, I have decided to end my blog posts with a quote from someone important in my life.  Some I will leave anonymous to protect the innocent.  Today's is from Hunter.

"Are you smiling?  Because that's why I do like 80% of the things that I do..." --Hunter

And that's why I love this man and am so blessed that he asked me to be his wife.

(Oh!  Two of the goats in the background of this picture started humping after the ceremony.  But thankfully they waited til afterwards.  It was also hilarious.)