Things of note:
- I didn't recognize Nicole from far away since I haven't seen her in like 6 years. I said, "That girl looks like one of the twins kind of." Taryn looked closer and said, "That's Nicole!" At the end of the night, I didn't want her to leave.
- Becca and I watched the little ones outside the temple. Nicole's kids were good. Sammy was cuddly and almost fell slow motion to result in a head meets concrete smash. I caught him a few inches from reaching that point. Scary.
- It was a perfect day.
- The dinner the night before took forever, but was super tastey and it was fun to talk to Tracy's family.
- I drove like a crazy person to get the bride and groom to the reception hall from Chicago. Not until 10 mins away from said hall did I realize the girl following my every move was someone I knew: the videographer!
- It got cold once the sun went down.
- Dinner and cake were delish and I was stuffed.
- Lindsay was very smiley and Tracy was excited.
- Bill Sargent Big Band was super fun to dance to.
- Carriage rides were a hit and relaxing.
- We sang a trio, and it was too slow. Just like the last time we sang it.
- Sammy was the best boy all weekend (even at the fancy restaurant the night before) and was a big trooper.
- My mom and I caught MB walking out of the women's restroom with a tissue.
"What are you doing?"
"I didn't realize that was a women's restroom!"
"Ok, we are just at a Women's club and it says 'women's' on it."
"Yes, but I was able to get in and out before the lady came out"
Yeah...
- Kara, my cousin, came! She lives far away and we never get to see her. We got to spend all Sunday evening with her and her mother and it was fun.
- Kara brought us Apple Cider Doughnuts. I have never had doughnuts like this. Divine.
There are a million more things I could write. But I'm done for now.
Needless to say, I had a blast. And today I felt like I was hit by a bus. And my feet are killing me. And I was able to keep my updo in all through sleeping and wore it to church.
Lindsay and Tracy and married!
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