October takes the cake (or should I say, pumpkin pie) for being is busiest month of this year. In the past few weeks we've battled H1N1, job loss (and then job-gain), car woes, and multiple weddings. The latter of course, being the highlight of it all.
This past weekend my brother Josh married his beautiful bride, Noel.
This was Faith's first wedding and will surely be her last (well, OK not for a long time.) Simply put, toddlers and weddings do not mix. With the help of Brian's sister Kristen, and my cousin Margie, who helped out tremendously by corralling Faith (carrying an oxygen tank and chasing a toddler in heels is no easy feat), we had a lot of fun.
The happy couple.
MMm'mmm...who needs wedding cake when you can have frigid glass?
Dancing queen. All Faith wanted to do was dance- even into the late hours of the evening when her droopy eyelids were giving way, whenever we stopped dancing she'd point to the floor demanding more.
Run Faith, run!
And speaking of weddings, five years ago today, Faith's daddy and I pledged to love each other through "sickness and in health" on a blistery October day. Never in a million years would I have imagined facing such adversity with my husband. Never in a billion years could I have chosen a more perfect partner to walk down this path with. Today I was strolling down memory lane and came across a song we had played at our wedding. At the time, we thought we'd already been through a lot, little did we know how prophetic these words would be.
Luv ya hun!