To start, here is my favorite picture of the weekend...
The beautiful bride, Miss Caroline McKell
Let me tell you a quick story.
4 years ago, Miss Caroline Stewart fell in love...
with Mr. Aaron McKell.
He left to serve a mission and was gone for 2 years. And before he came home, she left and served a mission for a year and a half.
Neither of them knew how it would all end up, but the whole time they hoped.
...and 4 years later [yesterday afternoon], they were married for time and all eternity.
they were/are the epitome of happiness.
It rained all day....
during pictures at the temple,
during the reception,
And it's still raining.
highlights of yesterday:
The girls [I'll tell you who that includes in a minute]went to go take more pictures (they were all bridesmaids naturally...) and due to the fact there was 5 of them, there was no room for me in the car. So... I went with the "husbands club" [3 of the 5 husbands] to tour Berkeley campus. Mind you, it's raining....and extremely foggy. We ended up on the top of some massive mountain with no cell phone reception [which means no navigation either]... and just barely made it back in time for the reception. Mostly, I just giggled at the VAST difference between their conversations and the conversations of their wives...
then fell asleep.
So, the reception was... hilarious. There were four of us without husbands and we all danced together. Holding hands. While the married couples danced the night away together. Then came time for my favorite part of the evening. [sarcasm fully intended]. Below, you'll find what I normally look like while everyone is reaching for the bouquet. Note the pink dress to your left. No hands up. Not on my toes. In fact, leaning back. Nope. Nothing.
Well, let me tell you what happened at Caroline's reception. I was in the front row, she threw it way beyond my head. Phew, good work. Apparently it was too far over my head and nobody caught it. So, throw #2: I'm hardly paying attention and
Hits me square in the chest. No getting out of it.
That whole tale about what happens when you catch the bouquet.
it's fake... right?
We're going to go ahead and vote in the affirmative on that one.
When we got back to the hotel, we had present time.
Let me give you a little background on the company I was in.
My sister has "the seven": a group of girls who clicked freshman year and never looked back. So, I stayed with 5 of them, minus the Caroline, and Susan who is pregnant in Hawaii. So, now that you know who we is, I will begin again, we had present opening time for Christmas. And to my wonder and amazement they had included me. They had brought presents from their various homes to me, the little sister, who was tagging along to the wedding. They told me me I was and honorary member of the 7, the closest things they had to an 8th. I can't tell you how much it meant. To those of the 7 reading this, thanks for always being so wonderful to me :)
And now, I'm here in Palo Alto[while Jess and Steve celebrate their anniversary in San Fransisco], with my Aunt and Uncle and their 3 absolutely beautiful children. Two girls and a boy. All three darling.
Best quotes of the night:
"This ornament really wants to be on the top of the tree"
Yes, Lolo, yes it does.
"i love TayTay best"
"where did your eyes come from? Where did your lips come from? Where did your feet come from?"
Hope Jess and Steve are having as great of a time as I am.
Happy Anniversary guys!