16 Weeks and A Big Sister Update

Well... today marks the completion of my 16th week of pregnancy.


We're pretty excited about it, because this Friday - December 13th - we go to find out the gender of this baby! When I was pregnant with Ada, our entire family (literally - my parents, siblings, Jordan's brother's family and my grandparents) loaded up and headed to Atlanta. We went to a place called Stork Vision and all found out at the same time whether Ada was a girl or a boy. It was an experience I wouldn't trade for anything! However, with this pregnancy, trying to find a day that everyone could go was difficult - especially since my siblings are spread out over 3 different states now (Missouri, New York and Texas). So, we decided to just have the sonographer at my OB do a gender reveal sonogram. 
This time, instead of a room full of people, it will just be Jordan, my mom and myself. We contemplated bringing Ada in, and up until yesterday - that was the plan. We've now decided to let her hang out with my grandmother while we go and telling her ourselves. 

There were a couple of reasons we decided to do it this way:
1. The sonographer at my OB isn't the most pleasant woman you've ever been around. I'm sure it will be a very dry "It's a boy." or "It's a girl.", and I was sad thinking about not getting to witness or experience Ada's reaction. 


2. I'm a faithful reader of the "DIY" blog Young House Love. Seriously... sometimes I talk as if Sherry and I are BFF's and Jordan just makes fun of me. Sherry and John are expecting their second, and they have a 3 year old. They blogged about how they told Clara, and I LOVED it. In fact, my plan is to do the exact same thing, and video tape Ada's reaction!! I can't wait! I think I'm more excited about her reaction than I am about actually finding out the gender!


Of course we'll have family and friends to share the news with before I share it on here or on Facebook... we're already brainstorming some creative ways to share with my siblings so that they all find out around the same time... (we're thinking a mass FaceTime or Skype session)... Once we've shared with our family and close friends - I'll most definitely blog about it!

Ultimately, we couldn't care less what the gender of this baby is. We're just so thankful that God's blessed us with another sweet baby! But, my hunch is that it's a boy. Jordan's hunch is that it's a girl, and Ada has said from the beginning that she was getting a baby brother. We'll see - hopefully - on Friday!

What do you guys think it will be?

Moving on to Big Sister Ada. 

As I've mentioned before, Ada couldn't be more excited about her new baby coming! We can only hope the same enthusiasm is sustained... after the baby actually comes. haha.

Being the firstborn of five children, I feel like I can relate to Ada in a way that is special. After all, her world is about to be rocked. For three years, she's been the center of attention. She's our first child, my parents first grandchild... etc. Now, a new baby is about to come in and take some of that attention off of Ada. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure Ada will still get PLENTY of attention - probably too much, but we wanted to try to prevent Ada from feeling that she has to "work for" or "earn" the attention and affection of those around her. 

So, from the beginning, we've tried to help Ada establish and embrace her role in this new journey. One of the first things we did was enroll her in a dance class. Why? Because we wanted her to have something that was hers. She'll have to share parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, toys, etc. with the new baby, but dance class is something that is hers. 

This dance class has proven to be just a joy for her and for us! We love watching her learn and try new things! Obviously, if you follow me on Instagram or Facebook, you know that we struggle sometimes with paying attention and following directions - but, we're improving. 

Ada had her first performance this past weekend. 

They danced in the Quintard Mall to Rosemary Clooney's "Suzy Snowflake". Ada did great! Of course she didn't do all the moves perfectly - and she even went rogue a couple of times. She almost refused to do her front roll out of concern for "messing up her hair"... but, she did it - and she loved every minute of it. After it was over, she said "Mommy, I'm so proud of myself."

Click Here To Watch Ada's "Suzy Snowflake" Dance - She's second from the right! 

Early on, when talking to Ada about the baby, we realized that even though she seemed to understand what would happen, she had NO concept of when it would happen. So, I whipped out some construction paper and did the first thing that came to my mind... a "Big Sister" chain.

I made a link for every week until Week 40. Every Tuesday, Ada gets to take a link off of her chain, and she understands that as the chain gets shorter - it's getting closer to time for the baby to come!

She's super into this. It makes it more real for her.

This is a terrible picture I snapped with my phone, but you can see the chain hanging from her window.





Well, I'll leave you with an "Ask Big Sister Ada"! 

The next post should be one revealing whether Baby Weathers is a HE or a SHE!

1. Mommy's belly is the size of a _____________ ? A computer

2. The baby, right now, is the size of a ______________ ? A coconut

3. What are you most excited to help with once the baby gets here? Changing his poopie diapers

15 Weeks

I've just finished my 15th week of pregnancy. I have to say that this week has been the best one yet.

Maybe it's because Jordan and I were off for most of the week, so we were able to spend lots of time together as a family.

Or, it could be because I can finally feel little flutters in my tummy and I love it.

We went yesterday for a sonogram, just to rule out placenta previa, and everything looked great! We got to see our sweet baby wiggle and squirm, and we got to see his/her little heart beating. I was a little disappointed in the picture we got. Apparently, since she was just checking the location of my placenta, she snapped a picture at a really odd angle. You can't see his/her profile and their poor brain looks all separated from itself.

It actually freaked me out a little bit, so I whipped it out of my purse and asked Dr. Daniel to take a look at it.

Can I just stop and say AGAIN (because I know I've said it a million times) how much we love Dr. Daniel and his nurses? I expressed my concerns (even though they were somewhat outrageous) and he took the time to go over every little aspect of that sonogram picture to put my mind at ease.

While I'm on the subject of Dr. D, I guess I'll go ahead an open this can of worms... warning... it could get wordy.

At my 12 week appointment, Dr. Daniel caught us off guard by asking us how we wanted to "have this baby". We were caught off guard, not because we hadn't been thinking or praying about it, but because he asked us so early. We'd already made a decision - to try and have a natural, unmedicated birth this time - but I felt that I'd need to "sell" him on it... especially because of my birthing experience with Ada.

Let me explain...

I was 22 years old when I had Ada. 22... Oh so young and naive. I had all kinds of preconceived ideas about pregnancy and birth, and I was (and still am to a certain extent) a control freak.

I wanted to have my baby when I wanted and how I wanted, and anything I could do to try and work that scenario out I did.

I chose to be induced. I don't like surprises. Anyone who knows me well would tell you that. I don't like not being aptly prepared for situations... at all. So, the answer for me was to be induced. To beg to be induced. Seriously... I begged. It was pitiful. We got our date... I was so proud. I fixed my hair, put on my make-up, and be-bopped into Labor and Delivery without a care in the world. Oh boy... naive I tell you.

Once we were all settled in, I asked for an epidural THE MINUTE I started feeling contractions. I didn't want to feel any pain. I was afraid of it, and I knew there was an option not to feel it. I was proud of my decision a couple of hours in. Tons of friends and family were coming in and out of my delivery room. We were laughing and talking... my brother and sisters were even playing a game with how high the "number" on the monitor went when I had a contraction. Things were great... or so I thought.

I'm not sure when it all started going downhill, but it did. Not dangerously downhill by any means (Ada was fine and her oxygen levels were beautiful throughout the entire process)... things just changed from my "idealistic" situation to one that was completely out of my control. I won't go through the entire story, but it consisted of..

a second epidural, lots of nausea and vomiting, pain (due to the fact that the 2nd epidural only numbed half of my body), and an almost c-section

I want to stop here and say this. There are too many young mothers out there who have all sorts of information shoved down their throats, and it's doing nothing but putting fear in their hearts and doubt in their minds.

What we should be doing is encouraging them to pray... to research. Sure, we can share our experiences and knowledge with them, but we should do it in a way that is loving and encouraging. We shouldn't try to scare them into making decisions by using cold statistics and scary experiences we've found on the internet.

I am in NO way anti-induction or anti-epidural. I've seen and heard of too many deliveries where things went great. Our decision to have a natural (unmedicated) birth came from my own experience and a desire to "try something different". Seriously... that's it.

After having Ada, I knew that my experience with induction meds and epidurals wasn't great, and so we thought "if that didn't work, let's try it another way".

I have done TONS of research over the last 3 years. I've read articles, watched documentaries, read books, talked to other mothers who've given birth naturally, etc.... but the biggest thing we've done is pray. We've prayed for 3 years that when God gave us another opportunity to bring a child into this world, that He would give us a peace about how to bring them into this world.

And He has. He confirmed it big time during our conversation with Dr. Daniel... he was SO supportive, and 100% on board. He even got excited and giddy talking about all the "new" options available to mothers who want to give birth naturally at RMC (the hospital where I'll deliver). He couldn't emphasize enough how much he thought this was a great decision for us.

I have to say, I'm excited for delivery. I have a lot more preparing to do. It's no joke getting ready to deliver naturally.

I'll leave you with a weekly "Ask Ada"...

1. What color hair do you think the baby will have? brown

2. How much do you think the baby will weigh when he/she is born? 10 pounds

3. What's the first thing you'll teach the baby when he/she gets here? Duck Duck Goose

14 Weeks...

I looked back at my blog posts when I was pregnant with Ada... I can't believe I started blogging at 7 weeks. Haha. Bless you guys who kept up with it for basically the ENTIRE pregnancy. Blame it on me being a first time mom :)

Today I finished my 14th week of pregnancy. I'm into my second trimester, and just a couple of weeks away from finding out whether this little squirt is a boy or a girl. The baby is about the size of a lemon. He or she is wiggling around in there, but so far - no significant movement has been felt.

Just like with Ada, I want to journal and blog to serve as a journal for this pregnancy. So, I'll go back to the beginning.

If you're reading this post, then you've probably read my post about when we found out. I'm still in awe of God's providence.

This pregnancy - from the beginning has been challenging - physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually.

Physically - I've been sick. Really sick. I was sick with Ada, but not this sick for this long. I also had low progesterone levels early on, and was required to go on progesterone suppositories from week 8 to week 12. Ladies... those of you who've taken these suppositories know how miserable they can be. Those of you who haven't... be thankful.

I'm sure there are women who weren't as affected by them as I was, but for me... it's one of the most unpleasant experiences with medicine I've ever had. After 12 weeks, I was able to come off of them... only to have to go back on them this week. This past weekend, I had a scare with some spotting, probably due to low progesterone. So, back on the suppositories I go. Blah.

Mentally / Emotionally / Spiritually - I didn't realize that having a miscarriage would completely change me. I used to tell myself that if I ever had one - I'd be okay. They are common. I'd remind myself that having a miscarriage didn't mean that I couldn't carry another baby to term. Now that miscarriage is so REAL to me, this entire pregnancy, I've had to fight to believe that God is good and that whether I carried this baby to term or miscarried again - He was still good.

A friend of mine reminded me that sharing in Christ's suffering as believers doesn't have a "limit". Some of us suffer for a season. Some of us suffer a lifetime. What matters is what God's doing in our lives through the suffering. He's making and shaping us into the likeness of His Son and preparing us not for this world, but for eternity with Him. Therefore, I shouldn't worry or agonize over "what could go wrong"... I should rejoice. I should praise the One who's given this life to us... even if He takes it away.

To lighten up the mood a little bit... haha. Ada is "over the moon" excited about becoming a big sister. She's embraced it completely! I know we'll have our challenges to overcome, but I have no doubt that she'll fall into this new role with ease. She already has shown us that she has a heart to serve and help others, so I'm sure helping out with her little brother/sister will be right up her alley!

I thought it would be fun to ask her a couple of questions each week and post them. I'll warn you though - this child has a mind of her own, so there's no telling from week to week how she'll respond!

Ask "Big Sister" Ada:

1. Do you a baby brother or a baby sister? A baby brother.

2. Why do you want a baby brother? "Because I love baby brothers. And I'd like a baby sister, by the way."

3. What would you name your baby brother? "Umm... Meetoo." Your baby sister? "Mooscopes."

Don't ask. I warned you. Haha.

September 20, 2013

I'm not sure what the actual date will be when this post becomes public knowledge, but today I need to get everything I feel written down.

Today is September 20, 2013.

This should have been my due date - my due date for my sweet baby whose life ended shortly before it had begun.

I knew this day could be a sad day. A day that was spent mourning the loss of my child and remembering the sting of the words when the doctor said "Your pregnancy isn't viable."

I knew this day could be a day when I dwelt on all the things that were "wrong" with my body.

I knew this day could be a hard day. A day that I spent questioning and trying to wrap my mind around the "whys" and the "hows" and the "why nots".

What I did not know is that this would be a day of redemption.

What I did not know was that God was going to take this day and turn it for my good and ultimately for His glory.

You see, on September 20, 2013 - I found out I was pregnant.

Jordan and I had been trying on our own to conceive for seven months. Even though I'd taken fertility drugs to get pregnant with Ada, neither Jordan or I had a peace about using them again. 

For six of the seven months, I'd obsessed about charting and consistently updating my very own "fertility app". Finally, after six months of "doing everything right" with no results - I finally surrendered my fertility in the hands of the One who knits all life together. After all, who was I to think that I had any control over it?

When I say I surrendered my fertility - I truly surrendered it. It wasn't a revolutionary idea I came up with after six months of no results... it was a call from my Heavenly Father that He'd been whispering to me for oh so long. I just finally "put down my bootstraps" and leaned into Him... and it was painful. My heart knew that apart from Him, there is no life... but another part of me wanted so badly to stay in control... Stupid flesh. 

I finally - after much prodding and pushing by the Holy Spirit - trusted that if in His good pleasure, he saw fit to fill my womb again... He would. 

And He did. 

In a glorious way. 

For some of you this may seem trite. For others, you've been where I am or had far worse heartache than most of us could imagine.

After being told I'd most likely always need the fertility drug Clomid to conceive... God chose to knit this life inside of me without the use of any fertility drugs.

Soli Deo Gloria!!!

I know that my "struggles" pale in comparison to many women. In fact, some of my dearest friends are still waiting... 

My prayer is that you would find comfort in the Creator and trust that if you are His... everything He does is for your good and His glory... even when it hurts.

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I wrote that post a couple of months ago. My heart was full and I wanted to share, but knew that it wasn't the right time.

A friend asked me not too long ago if I was going to blog about this pregnancy like I did with Ada's, and the answer is "YES!"

I cannot wait to share our family's journey of bringing a new little life into this world. 

Give Her Grace

She's the spitting image of her daddy, but she's so much like me. She's strong-willed, spirited and sassy to say the least. 

Her dirty blonde curls and deep blue eyes have my heart, but sometimes... she's difficult. She's so much like me. 

"Give her grace."... my heart whispers. 

It began yesterday morning during breakfast. A simple request from me was met with a not-so-inclined-to-obey attitude from her. I could see it... that rebellious spirit welling up inside her heart. 

I left for work and left her with her great-grandmother. 

Returning home, I was greeted with the same little rebellious spirit I'd left just a few hours before. 

"Give her grace"... my heart whispered. 

Dance class was no exception. 

My Ada marches to her own drum and apparently dances to her own music as well. 

"She's the only one not participating. She's being the most difficult one! She's that kid... so that makes me that mom!"... my head screamed.

"Give her grace"... my heart whispered. 

Once we'd returned home from dance class, things just got worse. My two-and-a-half year old looked me in the eye and told me to "Leave her alone!" when I'd corrected her for her disobedient behavior.

Excuse me?... I thought. 

Is she two-and-a-half or twelve?

Everything in me wanted to explode. How disrespectful.

"Give her grace"... my heart whispered. 

Only by the grace of God was I able to collect myself enough to discipline her out of love and not anger; but unfortunately, we went through this many times before bedtime finally came.

She went to bed early... a consequence of the terrible attitude she'd had most of the day. Once she was asleep, I took some time to reflect on the day. Part of me wanted to stay frustrated.

Frustrated at her. Frustrated at myself. Frustrated at the way our day had gone. 

Why would she disrespect me so? Have I not shown her how much I love her? If so, why doesn't she obey me in response to that?

Then I was reminded of the reason why my heart had been whispering "Give her grace." all day long. 

"For from His fullness we have all received, grace upon grace." John 1:16

He gives me grace. 

When I disrespect Him. When I belittle His sacrifice by falling back into the patterns of sin that I don't have to fall back into because of Him.

"But thanks be to God, that you who were once slaves of sin have become obedient from the heart to the standard of teaching to which you were committed,  and, having been set free from sin, have become slaves of righteousness." Romans 8:17-18

When I claim to "love Him", but do not obey His commandments, even though He says if I love Him I would obey.... 

"If you love me, you will keep my commandments." John 14:15

He gives me grace. 

"Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God." Romans 5:2

It's so easy for me as a "first time parent" to get caught up in the way my child "behaves". Most of the time I focus too much on her behavior and not on her heart.

Yesterday was a sober reminder that I cannot save the soul of my daughter. 

She's a rebel. I can set boundaries, rules and expectations for her - follow through with consequences - train her to be a "good" person, but ultimately, I'm just creating a false gospel for her to cling to. 

Instead, I need to expose her heart - show her the root of her sin... her need for a Savior. I need to beg God to begin, even now, drawing my Ada to Himself... turning her rebellious heart into a heart that is in love with her Savior... a heart that chases after Him with reckless abandon. 

At the end of the day, I need to give her grace. 

She's so much like me. I was a rebel on a course of self-distruction until He breathed life into my dry bones. 

One day, I pray, this strong-willed, spirited and sassy little girl is able to look back and remind her twenty-five year old self where she used to be, and that if she has little ones, she will be gently reminded to.... give them grace.  

And They're Off...

It seems like just yesterday, I watched them turn their tassels and graduate from high school.

They had big dreams and big plans for their "college years", but I don't think even they knew for sure just where and how far God would lead them. 

Four years ago, we packed down my parent's SUV and moved them to The Plains.

These days, we're hopping planes moving them all over the country. 

The oldest - by thirty seconds - Mary Elizabeth is giving back a little of what was given to her. 

During their time at Auburn University, they were all involved in RUF (Reformed University Fellowship). Mary Elizabeth has accepted a two year internship at TCU (Texas Christian University) in Fort Worth, Texas, serving the college students there. She is currently raising support. To learn more about what Mary Elizabeth will be doing, or to find out more information on how you can support her, visit her blog. 

Next comes Sarah Grace. Sarah went to college (in her older sister's opinion) with three main goals - 1. Graduate 2. Make friends that will last a lifetime 3. Find a husband. 

She not-at-all-surprisingly accomplished all three. Sarah met Ben last May. Almost a year to the date later, they were married in one of the most beautiful ceremonies I've ever been to. While standing there vowing to love her new husband till death do them part - some of her best friends from college stood by her side. It was a day that God truly showed us just a glimpse of His majesty through the beautiful picture of His faithfulness to His church.

Ben is in seminary at Covenant Theological Seminary in St. Louis, and Sarah is nannying. I cannot wait to see how God is going to use them and their ministry as a couple. If you're interested in keeping up with the newlyweds, check out their cute little blog. 

And then there's Will. The only boy in the bunch... but this boy transformed into one of the most amazing men I know... right before our eyes. 

We watched Will face some pretty tough stuff this year with humility and grace. He accepted a job offer in Dallas, Texas with Covenant Multifamily Offices - a wealth management firm. I have no doubt that he'll succeed at whatever he puts his mind to. Honestly, there's no telling how far he'll go. 

Last but not least is Caitlin. Caitlin's journey so far has been one to be admired. She has lived out Psalm 27:14, and it's been an amazing example for this older sister of hers.

"Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage: wait for the Lord!"

Caitlin took a leap of faith and moved to New York City just a week ago. God opened doors and she trusted Him, even when no "concrete plan" could be found. Just today, she accepted a full time job as a preschool teacher at The Goddard School in Manhattan.

God has been so faithful to my family.

"I have not hidden your deliverance within my heart; I have spoken of your faithfulness and your salvation: I have not concealed your steadfast love and your faithfulness from the great congregation." Psalm 40:10

These four beautiful souls mean the world to me. Thank you for letting me share my heart.

Sweet Baby...

By now we would have known whether or not we were expecting another baby girl or taking on a new adventure with a baby boy.

More than likely, I would be trying to finalize the perfect nursery for you to come home to, while Daddy tried to convince me it was already perfect.

Your big sister would probably be rubbing my big belly and asking me 100 times a day when you were coming out.

Your daddy would be singing and talking to you so that you would recognize his voice after you were born.

But we aren't doing any of that.

Instead, we can only imagine whether or not you were our son or our daughter. We lost you before it was possible to tell.

Instead, a playroom full of toys fills the space that would have been your nursery - a welcomed distraction instead of an empty crib.

Instead, your sister is now asking when God is going to give her a little brother or sister while I gulp and try to explain providence and God's sovereignty to a two-and-a-half year old.

Instead, your Daddy is praying over my empty womb, asking God to fill it with precious life again.

No sooner than God gave you to us, He took you away.

But it was not without purpose.

You see sweet baby - your mommy knows Jesus in a deeper, more intimate way than she did before you.

The ache in her heart and emptiness in her gut pushed her closer and closer to her Savior.

Your daddy learned to love me in a more intimate, Christ-like, way as he held me and served me while I mourned your loss.

You were not without purpose.

You were for my good.

In the infinite wisdom of the Lord of all the earth, each event falls with exact precision into its proper place in the unfolding of His divine plan. Nothing, however small, however strange, occurs without His ordering, or without its particular fitness for its place in the working out of His purpose; and the end of all shall be the manifestation of His glory, and the accumulation of His praise.

B.B. Warfield

New Blog... Let's Do This

It's been a while guys - two years - and I have no excuse other than to say "life happened". Although I would love to break down the two years for you guys, I haven't the time or the energy. So, I'll do a brief "timeline style" synopsis starting where my last blog left off.

June - August 2011 - Ada had her first beach trips (yes we took two), and we even got this super cute video. My favorite.

We really enjoyed having Jordan home from the summer. He looked for jobs after Anniston made budget cuts... again - and ended up being offered 3 different jobs. He took the first one offered to him (which was the same day of his interview) and settled in at C.E. Hanna Elementary in the Oxford City School system. We are proud to say that Jordan will start his third year at C.E. Hanna this August, and has become quite the rockstar... in my eyes at least :)

Ada's First Beach Trip

October - December 2011 - Our sweet baby girl turned one. We went all out and threw her a "Fiesta" for her first birthday. Tons of friends and family came, and we enjoyed celebrating her beautiful little life.

Sweet Ada Laine

1st Birthday Cake

She also started walking... about two week after her first birthday. Once she got started, she hasn't stopped!

January - March 2012 - Most of our time was spent watching our baby girl break out of her shell. She  went from jabbering to talking to carrying on simple conversations SO quickly. She also found one of her passions... dancing.

April - August 2012 - We soaked up the warm weather, enjoyed another beach trip, and began gearing up for a home renovation. 

September - December 2012 - Our home renovation started and the next few months were absolute chaos. Somewhere in the madness, we planned a way-too-big-but-fun second birthday party for our Monkey. She had a carnival party complete with games and prizes!

Papa and Bella's house turned Carnival Tent!

She was quite the diva on her second birthday.

We also got to meet a very special guy... Ben Waller, who just happened to ask my dad permission to marry my sister Sarah that weekend. We all fell in love with him immediately... especially the newly turned two year old! 

Christmas was really fun this year, because it was the first year that Ada understood a little bit of what was going on. We gave into the popular "Elf On The Shelf" game, and it was a hit. Ada loved seeing what "Twinkle" the Elf would do each morning, and Jordan and I had fun getting creative with Twinkle's antics! 

Jordan and I also enjoyed our first trip since our honeymoon with just the two of us. We went to Nashville for a couple of days and it was much needed and amazing!

January 2013 - After recovering from all the Holiday travel, we got back to work on our house. It still wasn't finished!! I also decided to go back to school and finish my last semester of my undergrad degree. Needless to say, January was busy... and bittersweet.

February 2013 - April 2013 - We finally got moved back into our house... and we slowly began putting our "normal" lives back together in the midst of our family, jobs, and me being a full-time student. I graduated on April 30th with my B.A. in Graphic Design from Jacksonville State University. I always wanted to finish, and I was very thankful to my husband for giving me the opportunity. 

That quickly.. and very briefly... brings us to May 2013. I caught up! Haha. 

May has been a super eventful month. Mainly because I've been helping my sister plan her wedding. Yep, "Uncle Ben" became official on May 18th in the most beautiful wedding ceremony I've ever been to... apart from my own of course! We woke up that morning to floods... literally floods, and we'd been planning an outdoor wedding for months. Oops. Thankfully, God was gracious, and although we did have to alter the plans a little bit, he brought out the sun to make for some killer pictures! 

Courtesy of Texture Photo

Courtesy of Texture Photo

Courtesy of Texture Photo

Courtesy of Texture Photo

Sarah was a BEAUTIFUL bride... obviously, and I plan on writing more about their wedding in a separate blog post.

With the main "May" even over with... we're enjoying our last few days of May just hanging out at our house, gearing up for June!