Heading home pt. 6

Dear, goodness, if I never see mountains again, it will be too soon! Fall has hit early in Colorado, and the leaves are already changing to vibrant orange, yellow, and red. There is even snow capping the peaks at higher elevations and blocking out the view of your windshield as we cross over the range. It’s an eerie feeling driving over a snowy mountain in a state that doesn’t believe in guardrails.


The ride back to Denver over the mountains is bittersweet. I’m so happy to be going home, but leaving my newly wedded friends two thousand miles away hurts me. I have the curse of waking up entirely too early after a night of partying, so the morning of our departure, we pack up and hit the road for our five hour drive back to Denver. It makes me sad not to be able to say goodbye, but the memories of the night before will be all I need to carry me through until next time. 

It was my second time off the East coast. My first time in Colorado and it’s time zone. My first time to the Rockies and seeing the Rio Grande. The furthest from home I have ever been. The longest time away from my daughter I have ever spent.

And the biggest moment of my best friend’s life thus far, getting married.

It was a huge trip full of amazing experiences and moments to remember for the rest of our lives, but as our flight lands, I am so happy to be home! 

I can’t wait to see my little girl and feel her little arms and legs wrap around me in the biggest monkey hug her little body can give me! I can’t wait to hear that little voice and see that sweet smile when we pick her up and bring her home! Anticipation is driving me nuts! 

Wedding Time! Pt. 5

Every last minute detail is in place for the ceremony and reception, and we are all trying to calmly get ourselves ready. Nerves are on edge as we make ourselves over and do up our hair, but none of it seems real. Just another day of getting ready for a brunch outing or night out with the girls until the fake eyelashes are glued in place. 

We had locked the bride away from the groom since the night before, and it is clear she isn’t happy. She wanted to be out and organizing, decorating, and cooking, but we stuck to tradition. To try and ease her anxiousness, we wait on her hand and foot, pour her mimosas, and work on her hair and makeup. 

The photographer arrives, and we race to get our dresses on. She takes pictures of the boys first, thankfully, as we pin the final touches to the bride.

My longest known friend who has been there for me through so many stages of my life is dawned in white, a beautifully beaded gown with lace and sparkle. She beams the biggest smile I have ever seen touch her lips, and I know she is ready to become a Mrs.

We pair off with our groomsmen and bounce on our toes at the end of aisle. We all titter with excitement as the music plays and we slowly saunter down the bridge and to the white cloth covered runner. The groomsman I walk with saves me from tripping, but I dont think amyone notices but me. All eyes are dry and full of happiness until the music changes.

My best friend walks down the aisle in the middle of the Rio Grande running over the Rockies toward her always and forever. Her soon-to-be husband stares at her in awe while tears well in his eyes. The moment he reaches up to wipe a tear away, the entire wedding venue breaks into sobs.

The vows are promised, short and sweet, the rings are exchanged and placed on their forever home, and they kissed happily ever after, but first, the reception!

The first dance is to a throwback, Crazy Love, sung by the best man, and it is perfect! The mother and son dance is to You Raise Me Up, and everyone is crying again. A surprise dance is next, and it’s with the bride and her mom to I’ll Be There For You, and I’m hysterical! I have known this girl for so long and her mom is in so many memories, too. Through the young years when we needed rules, to our teenage rules when we broke them, through adulthood when we missed them, her mom had always been there.

I was a sobbing mess!

By the time we got to eat, through the heartfelt speeches, and on to the night full of dancing, every moment was a memory. Every minute I will keep in my heart as another treasure in the long line of moments I already hold dear.

This beautiful bride allowed me to not only be part of her special day, but her exceptional life, and I cannot wait to where the next adventure takes her. From Virginia to Colorado, all the way to the moon, I will always be there for her, and I know she’ll be there for me, too.

Setting up the big day! Pt. 4

Day 1

After traveling for over ten hours in the span of two days, we finally are here in South Fork, Co. doing exactly what I have been anxiously anticipating for months! Setting up this gorgeous wedding!

The venue itself is beautifully set at the base of a mountain on a fork of the Rio Grande. Two cabins and a garage sit on one side of the river while a bridge connects an island in the middle of the river. The island is covered in stunning wildflowers with a gazebo and arbor in the center where the ceremony will take place. The river runs at the base of the mountain covered in beautifully changing foilage, providing the area with the most gorgeous scenery.  
We are only adding personal touches to this already perfect setting, but there’s a lot of work to be done! Hanging tulle, lights, flowers, and monograms in the perfect spots. Cooking food, baking cupcakes and cookies, and prepping the bar are necessary. There’s always something to do, and it must get done! My best friend’s wedding day will be nothing short of the best if I have anything to say about it.

Now, if only this rain would stop.


Day 2

It hasn’t stopped raining since we arrived in this gorgeous tiny town. We’ve ventured out to a few of the small shops and restaurants like the Mexican restaurant with the amazing food and the coffee house with tasty coffee and breakfast, but after our bellies are full, it’s back to work! 

Steaming tablecloths, shirts, skirts, and the wedding gown. Test run of makeup and hair and the rehearsal dinner. We are all running around finding the last minute items in hopes of leaving no stone unturned, but there isn’t much we can setup outside right now without it getting soaked and muddy. 

Please stop raining!

The bridesmaids decide to lock the bride away from the groom for the night into the day of the wedding, and she is none too happy. She had anticipated being part of setup through the next day, and being stuck in her room had not been part of the plan, but we stand by the tradition and keep her hidden. We pamper her and serve her drinks, play games, and have a sleepover. We talk her to sleep and try our hardest to keep her that way!


Day 3 – countdown to wedding time!

This is it! The final countdown before the wedding begins! The rain stops, leaving an icy coating  on every surface, but the morning is warming up and taking it’s time melting it away. A new shipment of flowers and various other decorations come in, and we quickly get them up and start working on the outside items. The final food preparation is underway as chaffing dishes are heated and covered. The bridesmaids take a final run through the ceremony and receptionareas before beginning hair and makeup, and I already need a drink!!


Manners up in the air – Wedding in Colorado pt. 2

Moving on now to the wedding weekend festivities! This will be a multi-part series much like the Bachlorette posts. Hang tight as I go from start to finish on this second and final piece to a wonderful ride!

My girlfriend is getting married! I’m sure I’ve said that before, but have I mentioned how long I have known this incredible woman? 

20 years! She was a bridesmaid in my wedding, now I will be one in hers in three shirt days! I’m so excited and cannot wait to get to Colorado to get this long weekend, second time off the East Coast started!

I don’t travel much; mostly because my husband is terrified of flying, but I somehow got him on this plane! It was pulling teeth, but his love for me and our friend got him here.

I booked us on Southwest for a couple of reasons. One, in school I have completed many an analysis on the company at large and found their devotion to the customer and their employees to be admirable and worthy of my business. And two, they were the only nonstop flight with planes large enough to even be considered by husband to board. I purchased the tickets at a decent price, and their two free checked bags, one carry-on, and a personal item sealed the deal on my happiness.

And then we started the boarding process, and the gate attendants announce that with Southwest, you can pick your seat. Initially, this sounds great, but as we slowly make our way onto the plane, it’s clear my husband and I will not be sitting together. 

He’s scared if flying, I’m stressed we won’t be able to sit together, and here we are in the aisle of the plane looking for seats. We move past the first ten rows just as the flight attendant comes  over the intercom to say, “if you’ve passed a seat in the first fifteen rows, you’ve already passed your seat.”

Every seat we’ve passed has been a single seater. I look to the next five rows, and I find two center seats on either side of the row. I turn to the guy on my left and ask if he would mind moving over to the empty seat on the other side so my husband and I could sit together. He sucks his teeth and says, “I don’t want to.”

Now, I’m not sure if this I am just being emotional because I’m worried about him, stressed we won’t be sitting together, and just feeling deflated and defeated, but I started to cry right then.

I asked him to please let me in, so I could sit in the empty seat as my husband filled in a center seat across the aisle. If you know me, you know I don’t cry, like ever, but for some reason, my eyes welled up and tears ran down my cheeks.

As I sit in this aisle seat, there is a woman on the other side of me next to the window and every time I look out, she covers my view with her newspaper. 

And now turbulence! 

Is this a typical experience, and my Austin was abnormal? Or am I just making up the ease of that journey in this one?

Off To Colorado for a Wedding! Pt 1

Moving on now to the wedding weekend festivities! This will be a multi-part series much like the Bachlorette posts. Hang tight as I go from start to finish on this second and final piece to a wonderful ride!

Our bags are packed, and we’re ready to go.

A beautiful bride, dressed in white, accented by the snowcap mountains in the distance.

A handsome groom, waiting at the alter nestled beyond a bridge as the river ripples beneath the marching wedding party’s feet.

It’s an image I can picture as easily as I can my own reaction. My long time friend getting married to the man of her dreams, the look in both of their eyes as they see each other for the first time at the alter; it’ll be all I can do not to cry!

Here begins another chapter in my book, an exciting tale of travel, but this is the first in the chapter of my best friend and her soon to be husband’s lifetime together!

Growing Up Is Hard, But I Had You.

Growing up is hard. In elementary school, I had more friends than I knew what to do with. In middle school, I had a lot of friends and a group of people I considered best friends. As high school started, friends became acquaintances, and a few of those from the group of best friends shined greater than the rest. As you grow older, you lose friends. It’s a fact of life. But there are those that stick with you through it all.

Now into adulthood, three of those people from the best friend group of high school proved to be ride or die, loyal friends. They were there for me during times of loss, times of pain. They were there for me in times of joy and happiness. Hell, they were bridesmaids in my wedding. These three women have been part of my life for well over fifteen years and helped make me who I am today. Without them, growing up would have been even harder, but together, we made it through.

CMN and I met in elementary school. We clicked immediately in second grade which isn’t hard for seven years olds, and even through the hardships of growing up and finding ourselves, through times of fights and arguments, we have remained close. KMK and KAK are twins I met in middle school, and through the years, I was always close to both of them, but sometimes closer to one than the other. KMK was my maid of honor at my wedding, and was my best friend until a few years ago, but we still kept in touch. KAK and I got into mischief in high school, and over the past few years have remained in contact as much as possible. We grew up together, the four of us, and I couldn’t imagine life without any of them.

So when I got a phone call from CMN telling me that KAK passed away, I broke. I’m still broken. This girl that I spent my life with, going through boys, cars, and babies, is gone. This beautiful, amazingly talented, passionate woman will never again call or text me just to check-in. I literally feel as if part of my heart and soul has been severed.

How do you go from living with someone as part of your life to not? How do you turn the last fifteen plus years into a memory? I can’t imagine how to go through my day without thinking of checking in, just to say hey, with her. I can’t imagine not hearing about what color her hair is today or what new piercing she has. I can’t imagine not hearing her laugh, or growl, or some bodily function ever again. I just don’t know how to handle losing someone so tightly woven into my life that I wasn’t prepared to lose.

KAK is a year older than me. She is so full of life, light of any party or conversation. She literally could change anything negative into a giggle fest. She never knew exactly what to say which is why she always knew exactly what to say. She is a talented artist, an amazing listener, and a fantastic housekeeper. This woman is beautiful inside and out, and will forever live within my heart.

Rest easy, KAK. I love you always, my sister.