Holiday Traditions

It’s Black Friday, and if you are one of the brave souls who venture out on this infamously crazy day, more power to you. For me, this day has come to mean clean up! 

My family and I are truly blessed with how amazing our family is, both blood and chosen. When we get together, a good time is had by all, and the feast is bountiful! Yesterday, for Thanksgiving, the story was tenfold. We all have so much to be thankful for, and I am so thankful for the full house of wonderful people, plentiful food, and beautiful memories made. 

Moving on to today, it’s now time to clean it all up, and I seriously just want to sell my house. Forget it all, and move out of the mess! The next person can deal with it. 

In reality, it’s really not that bad. Two loads into the dishwasher, a dozen wipes, vacuum, and mop later, my house is starting to look a bit more in order again.

Tomorrow, I am hopeful the true traditions will begin. Setting up the Christmas tree, decorating the house, making gingerbread houses; it’s time to start the Christmas traditions! And as I have said previously, I am overly excited for this year. 

Dishwasher just dinged. Onto the next load. Someone send a search party if I don’t post in a few days! First place to look, in the sink, under the dishes!

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.