BranDee got married on Saturday. It was awesome. Freezing cold. But still awesome. I am convinced that it is much more time consuming when someone in your family is getting married than when you get married yourself. Not in a bad way... just in a... consuming way.
Saturday morning the hubs and I woke up bright and early to get ourselves to the Bountiful Temple by 8:30. At some point during the morning the hubs asks "Got your recommend?" I (possibly snot-like) respond with "yes dear. thank you." We get to the temple and I decide I want to leave my purse in the car. I open my wallet to grab my ticket in, and what do you know... no recommend. Curse. I suddenly realize that the recommend that is literally ALWAYS in my wallet, is actually sitting at home in my temple bag from when we went to the temple the Saturday before. The hubs was not impressed. We walk in and I put on my best "please take pity on me... I'm pregnant" face as I inform the worker of my dilema and ask what we can do. He tells me first they are going to string me up by my fingernails, and then they are going to have me fill out a card and call my bishop to get clearance. Sure am sorry to wake you at 8 on a Saturday bishop... thanks for letting me in.
The sealing was phenominal. Seriously best one I have been to. The sealer was this small funny old man who could very well have been the sweetest thing ever. Fetus was having a dance party the entire time. I thought he was going to shoot out of my belly button on more than one occasion during the ceremony. He knows whats up. Just like in our wedding, the hubs cried and I sat there dry eyed. I have a heart of stone I swear it. No tears. Ever.
Me, Gentrie, cousin Tawni, and Aunt Tina in the first pic. Feel free to appreciate my midsection. Those of you who were complaining about needing a belly pic... there you go. The bride's party in the second picture.
After the ceremony we hung out and took some sweet pics on the temple grounds. It was super foggy (which cause some guests to get lost on their way to the ceremony) and made for some cool wedding pics for the love birds. After the temple, we hit up the luncheon (hoo-rah for food) and then the reception. Every free second I had in between things was spent decorating the reception or making last minute decorations for the reception. It turned out legit. Funny side note...
All the ladies there at the top . The Hodges clan in the next one.
Saturday morning the hubs and I woke up bright and early to get ourselves to the Bountiful Temple by 8:30. At some point during the morning the hubs asks "Got your recommend?" I (possibly snot-like) respond with "yes dear. thank you." We get to the temple and I decide I want to leave my purse in the car. I open my wallet to grab my ticket in, and what do you know... no recommend. Curse. I suddenly realize that the recommend that is literally ALWAYS in my wallet, is actually sitting at home in my temple bag from when we went to the temple the Saturday before. The hubs was not impressed. We walk in and I put on my best "please take pity on me... I'm pregnant" face as I inform the worker of my dilema and ask what we can do. He tells me first they are going to string me up by my fingernails, and then they are going to have me fill out a card and call my bishop to get clearance. Sure am sorry to wake you at 8 on a Saturday bishop... thanks for letting me in.
The sealing was phenominal. Seriously best one I have been to. The sealer was this small funny old man who could very well have been the sweetest thing ever. Fetus was having a dance party the entire time. I thought he was going to shoot out of my belly button on more than one occasion during the ceremony. He knows whats up. Just like in our wedding, the hubs cried and I sat there dry eyed. I have a heart of stone I swear it. No tears. Ever.
Me, Gentrie, cousin Tawni, and Aunt Tina in the first pic. Feel free to appreciate my midsection. Those of you who were complaining about needing a belly pic... there you go. The bride's party in the second picture.
After the ceremony we hung out and took some sweet pics on the temple grounds. It was super foggy (which cause some guests to get lost on their way to the ceremony) and made for some cool wedding pics for the love birds. After the temple, we hit up the luncheon (hoo-rah for food) and then the reception. Every free second I had in between things was spent decorating the reception or making last minute decorations for the reception. It turned out legit. Funny side note...
All the ladies there at the top . The Hodges clan in the next one.
At one point during the wedding day a woman (whose role will be kept secret for now) asked us Hodges women if we were in anyway related to Dewy Hodges. I was on the other side of the room at this point, but my ears perked up to eaves drop on the convo... someone trying to move in on my man? psh... Dewy's aunts reply that the bride was indeed his sister, and the women then proceeded to gush for about 5 minutes on how great he is, and how much she adores him. She knew him when he was in high school...blah blah blah. Aunts inform her that he got married and she said that was nice. Aunts inform her he is expecting a baby and she said that was nice. I'm on the other side of the room wanting desperately to jump out of my chair and scream "ITS ME! HE MARRIED ME!" but alas the obvious obesity of my body kept me from doing so. Meh. Later that night, the aunts informed Dewy of the conversation as we are sitting at the reception. They inform him of who she was to which he replies, "Oh man. I thought she was so hot when I was in high school. All our friends had a crush on her." ugh. I feel about twelve times larger after that statement. Cripes.
Dewy is so checking me out in that first picture. This other one is Dewy and his other sister Gentrie the maid of honor.
Dewy is so checking me out in that first picture. This other one is Dewy and his other sister Gentrie the maid of honor.
Second funny side note... at the reception we were taking pictures. It was the blushing bride and all her bridesmaids (one of which was yours truly) and the photographer says "Ok... suck in! Oh wait..." and looks at me and snaps the picture of all of us. He was of course making a joke, but don't you worry that in that picture my mouth is hanging wide open in shock and horror. Charming.
After the reception we were all starving (even after scarfing down brownies, cupcakes, and slush) so we changed our clothes and hit up Warrens. We commented on how we have never felt so tired and I looked at the clock. 10pm. Seriously? When did I get old?
I love this sister in law of mine. Can't wait til its her turn.
2 thoughts:
You are looking SO CUTE!!!!!!
( You've always been so cute. Wait a minute... have we ever even seen each other in real life? :] )
I love weddings, that's so much fun. You're all adorable!
Amber-your new brother in law's sister Misty Vigil is my little girls pre school teacher. We love the Vigil's. Such a small world.
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