So, it’s been a week and a half since the wedding and I’m just now getting around to blogging about it.
My sister (Karie, the one closest to my age) got married last weekend. It was a very small affair..right on the beach and only family was there..and two of Karie’s friends.
The week leading up to the wedding I think I had reached my highest level of stress ever. Normally I am not a stressed out person. It takes quite a lot to stress me out. My sister is not a planner. She will freely tell you this herself. I think she assumed that since it was a small wedding, there wasn’t much to plan or think about. So over the last couple months, I kindly kept reminding her of things that she was overlooking. To make a long story short, I ended up volunteering to make her cake, do her make-up, order the flowers, make the boquet (I’m not sure how I got roped into that one, but thank you Martha Stewart!) and coordinate the meals for the weekend. I had also volunteered to do her hair, but at the last minute, I told her I thought it would be much better if she got it professionally done and boy am I glad I did that! I also made little seashell candies to go on the cake table and I decorated the table.
So the week previous, I was stressing about all these things. Not only was it a LOT to think about, but I also had to shop for food for the weekend, pack for the entire weekend for me and the boys and since we weren’t taking the girls with us, I had to have the house ready for our friends who graciously came to stay for the weekend and take care of them and the girls’ schedule written out and clean clothes ready for them, etc. (I think I might be starting to lose my mind all over again just thinking about it.) I was the most nervous about the cake. I’ve never made a wedding cake before…what the heck was I thinking?
There was one point (Thursday night I think) where I just laid on the living room floor and stared at the celing for a while completely overloaded with things to think about and do.
But all in all, the weekend turned out to be a huge success. The cake turned out great. It didn’t even fall over and it tasted good. And if I do say so myself, it was pretty. (There’s a picture of it at the top in case anyone missed it.) Everything went off without a hitch and I think I found something new that I was good at and enjoyed doing…coodinating events. My sister looked beautiful and now has a new husband and a new step-daughter whom we all adore to no end.
My sister (Karie, the one closest to my age) got married last weekend. It was a very small affair..right on the beach and only family was there..and two of Karie’s friends.
The week leading up to the wedding I think I had reached my highest level of stress ever. Normally I am not a stressed out person. It takes quite a lot to stress me out. My sister is not a planner. She will freely tell you this herself. I think she assumed that since it was a small wedding, there wasn’t much to plan or think about. So over the last couple months, I kindly kept reminding her of things that she was overlooking. To make a long story short, I ended up volunteering to make her cake, do her make-up, order the flowers, make the boquet (I’m not sure how I got roped into that one, but thank you Martha Stewart!) and coordinate the meals for the weekend. I had also volunteered to do her hair, but at the last minute, I told her I thought it would be much better if she got it professionally done and boy am I glad I did that! I also made little seashell candies to go on the cake table and I decorated the table.
So the week previous, I was stressing about all these things. Not only was it a LOT to think about, but I also had to shop for food for the weekend, pack for the entire weekend for me and the boys and since we weren’t taking the girls with us, I had to have the house ready for our friends who graciously came to stay for the weekend and take care of them and the girls’ schedule written out and clean clothes ready for them, etc. (I think I might be starting to lose my mind all over again just thinking about it.) I was the most nervous about the cake. I’ve never made a wedding cake before…what the heck was I thinking?
There was one point (Thursday night I think) where I just laid on the living room floor and stared at the celing for a while completely overloaded with things to think about and do.
But all in all, the weekend turned out to be a huge success. The cake turned out great. It didn’t even fall over and it tasted good. And if I do say so myself, it was pretty. (There’s a picture of it at the top in case anyone missed it.) Everything went off without a hitch and I think I found something new that I was good at and enjoyed doing…coodinating events. My sister looked beautiful and now has a new husband and a new step-daughter whom we all adore to no end.
*I forgot to mention that Josh also took the pictures..he did a great job. I just realized that the pics are a bit hard to see since they’re so small..if you click on the picture page it makes them a bit bigger or to see others, check out Josh’s blog on the top right side.*
Oh my gracious! No wonder the blog was a bit slow……you were turning the world yourself!
You are a good sister to accomplish and help with everything.
Love.
Ha ha ha! It sure felt like I was turning the world for a while there!
Wow. I think a picture of Super-Girl (or whatever that pic was) should have been posted along with the others! O-MY-GOSH! I can’t believe all you did…crazy. Do you sleep, girl?