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Day 7 – Your dream wedding
I don’t ever remember dreaming about and plotting the perfect wedding when I was younger or even before I was married. Call me odd I guess, but apparently my mind doesn’t work the same way as other females.
My wedding planning began once I had a ring on my finger. I’d been to a few wedding before I got engaged, so I knew what I liked and didn’t like, but that’s where my thoughts ended.
When T and I got married in August 2008, I would have to say we had my dream wedding. We tied the knot in a very modern space that was beautifully decorated, and T and I felt like it fit our styles and personalities perfectly. We had a big party where all of our friends and family could celebrate with us. The food was amazing, and everyone had a great time. The best compliment that I received was people telling me it was the best wedding they’d ever been to. That meant the most to me.
If I could go back and change a few things about that nearly perfect day, it would be that our grandparents who felt they were too old to travel so far (my German grandparents and his grandparents from New York) would have been able to be there to celebrate, our other German and northern family members that couldn’t come for one reason or another could have made it, and that it hadn’t poured rain all day. If all those three things were changed, the day would have been absolutely perfect.
And now for your enjoyment, some wedding photos:
Day 3 – Your idea of the perfect first date
Since T and I have been dating since high school, we never really went on a first date. We had classes together and crushed on each other, and ended up making out in the woods during a drunken field party behind his house. Who would have thought that we’d eventually get married. One of these days I need to tell you the whole story of how we got together. It’s really quite special.
If money and traveling were no option, my perfect first date would be to spend the day strolling through Paris. After seeing the city, we’d back a picnic with fresh baguettes, cheese, wine and chocolate and have a picnic in the grass by the Eiffel tower, where we’d watch the sun set and the stars come out.
How amazingly romantic would that be? 🙂
A couple of weeks ago I received some news that made me so happy and made me beam from ear-to-ear…
Little S and her boyfriend JT got engaged! I am so excited for the both of them and can’t wait to welcome him into our family. From the second they started dating, he’s always gotten along well with T and me, as well as the rest of our family and friends. Even though they’ve only been dating for two years, it feels like we’ve known him forever.
I’m so excited to share my sisterly perspective and wedding advice with Little S while she and JT plan their big day. I’m glad that I’ve gone through it all before so I’ll be able to offer her guidance and assistance along the way. She has also asked me to be her matron of honor (which makes me sound so old, haha), so I know I have some big speech shoes to fill. She rocked the house with the speech she wrote for my wedding – everyone was cracking up or tearing up. It may have quite possibly been the best speech ever!
It’s so weird to me when I stop and think about it. This year, Little S will be 25, and on some as of yet undetermined date between May and October 2011, she will be married. I can remember the day she was born. I was not a happy camper.
My mom and dad rushed to the hospital on Christmas Day and left me at home with my Oma and Opa. Since we were in Germany, we’d already done our present opening on Christmas Eve, meaning that I had many new toys to keep me company. But after a while, the absence of the parental units was starting to take its toll on me. I wanted my mommy and daddy, and they were nowhere to be found. Hey, I was three and had been the only child in the house up until this point.
Finally, on December 26th my dad came and picked the three of us up to take us to the hospital (Oma and Opa can’t drive) to meet my little sister. Let me tell you, I was less than thrilled. I took one look at the pink baby in my parents arms and asked when we could go home. No one paid much attention to my lack of enthusiasm at the time.
As the months and years progressed, Little S began to grow on me. The older we got, the closer we became. We were like peanut butter and jelly even though there are three years between us. We were always running around outside playing when we were younger. Then when she got older, she’d accompany me to my high school parties and hang out with my friends. She even came to my senior prom because one of my guy friends said he couldn’t image her not being there since she was apart of “the group” – so she became his date.
In college, I took her to get her first fake ID saying that she was 18 so she could come out with us to the dance clubs when she visited me in college. I was so excited that she was going to be a freshman when I was a senior, and we’d get to spend more time together hanging out. That’s just the type of bond we have.
Even though she is my sister, I am as protective over her as I would be over my child. No matter how old we are, I always feel the need to watch over her and stick up for her since she is my little sister. I know that feeling will never fade, but it’s nice to know that now she’ll have an extra set of eyes looking out for her for the rest of her life.
Little S and JT, I am so happy for the two of you! I love you both so much and am glad that the two of you found each other.
Two years ago today, I remember waking up with butterflies in my stomach and looking over to watch you sleep a few more minutes. This was our last morning as two separate people, fiancés. Later that day, we would be united and become a family, forever and always.
It’s sort of weird when I think about how much time has passed since we got married. It feels like it was just yesterday when we were sitting in our dining room enjoying a romantic meal, and you dropped down on one knee to propose. We were both so happy and crying tears of joy. Now it has been two years since we exchanged our vows.
We’ve been through good times and bad. We’ve fought hard, but loved harder still. Everyday I think about how lucky I am to have you in my life, and I am so glad my family moved to New York 11 years ago so we could meet.
We’ve known each other for so long and been through so many milestones, and I can’t wait to see where the next steps take us.
Happy anniversary babe! Love you!
Hello lovelies! Wow, it’s been a minute since I’ve last posted. Sorry about that. Things have been a little hectic. Last week there was some serious work-related drama that put me in a less than stellar mood. Things have smoothed over, but still, last week was sucky.
I know you are all dying to know what my Snuggie looked like during the pub crawl. Well, JD and I went Jersey Shore on those bitches, and I am very confident to say I think that we had the best looking Snuggies by far. We were slightly hungover that day from too much late night partying with friends, but we managed to still have a good time. The best part of the night was when strangers came up to me and tried to read Poughkeepsie out loud. Hilarious!
I have to say, our Super Bowl Party was quite the success. We had an amazing spread of goodies to choose from that included homemade humus, sliders, crawfish and shrimp, buffalo chicken dip, mini meatball subs, chicken tenders, taquitos, taco cups, chips, cheese and crackers. We seriously had so much food that it barely fit on the table. Since about 20 people showed up, we had to do some serious rearranging to fit everyone into the condo. We ended up rearranging our living room and bringing our futon down from the guest room, which makes the living room look more open and gives us a ton more seating. We also set up a TV on our bar that is in the dining room so people had options on where they wanted to hang out to watch the game. It was so much fun – one of kegs ended up getting floated (it was a small one that we’d had for a bit) and beer pong was set up in the dining room.
We had quite the snow storm for Atlanta on Friday. I think we ended up with 3-4 inches – I know that’s not a lot for most of you, but it’s quite the ordeal here. Since the snow was seriously coming down, we got to leave work early. Unfortunately, since the rest of Atlanta got out early as well, it took me almost an hour and a half to get home (I only live 10 miles from the office). Major suckage. But everything was so pretty when it was covered with snow, and I am sad to see it melted away already.
And of course nothing will stop Fado from going outside, not even the snow. He’s such a brave little guy!
T and I had planned to go to Savannah for a nice romantic Valentine’s Day weekend trip, but the work drama and snow poo-pooed on our plans. Luckily the B&B we were going to stay in was nice enough to let us cancel at the last minute without charging us a fee. We will definitely be staying there when we finally take this trip, and I seriously think we aren’t meant to ever take it because something always pops up and causes us to postpone – ankle sprains, weddings, work issues, weather. You name it, it’s stopped us. Sigh…
Our Valentine’s Day was pretty unproductive. We lazed around the house watching True Life marathons and made a nice dinner. What did we make? Well, be prepared to drool – crab stuffed lobster tails, bacon wrapped scallops, mushroom bruschetta, and a salad with dried cranberries, cherries, nuts and blue cheese. It was amazing! We meant to take some pictures of it, but we went a little fat kid and ate the whole thing without snapping any images…oh well. This coming Saturday, we will go see the DaVinci Exhibit at the High Museum of Art and go out for a nice dinner before meeting up with friends for a birthday celebration. Who says lovey dovey activities can only take place on February 14th? 😉
Yesterday was a sad day. My friend’s mom (Ads) who had the heart attack last week, passed away. Since she’d had the heart attack, she’d had no brain activity and was on life support. Since she knew she had some issues with her heart, she’d discussed being taken off life support with her family if that was the only thing keeping her alive. Ads and his dad received no good news from the doctors the entire week, so yesterday morning they met with the hospice counselor and decided to unhook life support. Mrs. S passed without suffering.
She was such an awesome person. I’d only known her for a few years, but as soon as you met her you felt like you were apart of her family. She always welcomed all of us in with open arms, making sure we were always well-fed and enjoying drinks on the patio with the family. If you weren’t able to make it over to their house, she’d always tell everyone there how she missed so-and-so and wished they could have made it.
Since all of their family lives out of state, Ads and his dad had all of their friends over. Everyone was bringing food, desserts, and drinks for them to help lift their spirits. We all gathered around and reminisced how wonderful Mrs. S was, and we told our favorite stories about her. For the most part, we all held it together pretty well. We were trying to be strong for Ads and Mr. S.
Even though it was a sad occasion, it was nice to see how many people came out to support Ads and Mr. S. We all wanted to be there for them with hugs and lots of love, but also we wanted to be there for Mrs. S, like she’d always been there for us.
I can’t even fathom the pain that both Ads and Mr. S are going through right now. Mr. S had known Mrs. S since they were children. They grew up together and were friends. When they were in their 20s, they reconnected and realized they were each other’s “one.” I can’t imagine having to be in the position to hold my significant other’s life in my hands. Being the one who has to make the decision to turn off the life support machine. In Ads case, I can’t imagine losing my mom at age 27. His family is super close, especially since it’s just the 3 of them. Having her not be there is going to be so painful.
What I learned from this situation is that when I die, I want all my friends and family to get together and celebrate my life. I want people to be laughing, joking and smiling through their tears. I want people to remember the happy times, not the sadness. Like we all did for Mrs. S yesterday.
Mrs. S, you are loved and you will be missed!
One year ago today, I went out for drinks with a co-worker after work. T called me and said he’d cook a nice dinner for us. I was excited and not at all suspicious.
When I walked in the door, he had the table set, there were candles and wine out, and he was cooking his shrimp and olive pasta. Still there were no suspicions. I just felt guilty for munching on a few apps while I was getting drinks.
We sat down at the table, and I started eating even though I wasn’t very hungry. I knew he had worked hard and didn’t want to waste a dinner he’d made especially for me. That’s when I noticed he wasn’t eating. This freaked me out a little, so I asked him what was wrong. He said he’d eaten a big lunch and was full. I believed this even though it was 8:30 at night.
Then he put his fork down and looked at me (still no clue what was going on) and told me how much he loved me and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. Then it clicked! He got up from the table, got on one knee, and asked me to be by his side for the rest of our lives. Obviously I said yes!
We got married 10 months and 2 days later, and I couldn’t be happier. I found my one and only, my other half. It was completely unexpected but it was the best surprise of my life!
Love you T! 🙂
Post engagement glow!
We had to set the camera on the book case since we were all alone – hence the blurriness.
The day before the wedding started off bright and early. All of my bridesmaids were finally in Atlanta, and we were going to Tree for the bridesmaids’ brunch. Most of us met at my place, piled into a car, and headed out for brunch. As luck would have it, hurricane Faye did not stay away for the entire weekend. The morning was fairly cool for August (not that we were complaining) and semi-overcast. At Tree we decided to sit on the patio since that was where CGN was working. It was only drizzling for a bit, and we had the protection of the porch umbrellas.
We all ordered our food, then I gave the girls their gifts. I bought all of them the necklace and earrings for the wedding. The necklace was 3 strands with black Swarovski crystals and the earrings were dangling matching crystals. Everyone really liked them (woot, go me!). I’ve even seen some of the girls wearing them post-wedding.
We all decided to order bellinis to toast my last day as a single girl. When the food came, I was starving but I ended up finding it hard to eat. I think it had finally hit me that after 8.5 years, T and I were getting married the next day. I managed to eat, but not much since my stomach was slowly twisting into knots (of excitement). I had another bellini to calm my nerves, then we headed over to the venue to do the rehearsal.
We had to be very punctual because there was another wedding taking place that night. Of course, T and 2 of the groomsmen were late. I had asked him to run a couple of errands that morning, and when they were finished the boys decided to get brunch (which took longer than they expected). Then they got caught in road construction traffic. They finally showed up about 10 minutes late. Even the priest was a bit late. My dad, who used to be in the army, started to go crazy drill Sargent on the boys when they finally showed up. We were ushered into our places and began the run through, which basically consisted of us walking down the aisle and figuring out how to stand. The priest gave us a brief (very brief) run down on how the ceremony was going to go, and that was that. In hindsight, I wish he would have been a little more specific about the ceremony (you’ll find out why in the wedding recap).
After the rehearsal, the BMs, T and I went to get our mani/pedis, except T, he was mani only. I felt bad for making him go, but his nails are horrendous. The groomsmen were ribbing him for having to get a girly manicure, but in the end he actually liked it. He was completely relaxed and his nails looked great. (I totally recommend having your guy get a mani before your wedding. There are so many pictures that show your hands, and you don’t want him to have mangled boy nails).
After all of this running around, we had about 45 minutes of down time before the rehearsal. The girls and I went back to the house to freshen up and headed to the Greek restaurant where the rehearsal dinner was. I was super excited at this point. This was one of the first times that T and I were going to see all of our out of town families and guests, and we couldn’t wait to celebrate with them. We’d rented out a private room at this awesome Greek restaurant for our massive dinner. There were 50 of us. We showed up, got some drinks, and made the rounds.
As dinner was about to get started, the dads rounded all of us up so they could do their speeches and play the slide show they made for us. Big T’s (T’s dad) speech was funny. He basically roasted the bridal party and reminisced about the days when I first started dating T. It was cute. My dad’s speech was a mix of sentimental and humor, and he got choked up during the first few sentences. It was great, but I was definitely tearing up through out the whole thing. Then the sideshow started. It was awesome. My dad had collected a ton of pictures of T and I from babies till we were grown ups. It was very sentimental, especially when I saw pictures of my grandfather (my dad’s dad). He passed away in 2006, and it really bummed me out that he wasn’t there. And I was also sad that my grandparents from Germany weren’t there to share in the big day either.
After we all dried our eyes, we ate our awesome dinner. Towards the end of dinner, the belly dancers came in. This was seriously my favorite part of the night! The waitstaff started grabbing huge piles of cocktail napkins, yelled “Opa,” and started tossing them all over the room. Then the belly dancers came in. One of them took off her scarf, grabbed T, and made a turban on his head. It was hilarious. He looked like a sheik. Then she grabbed both of us, pulled us onto the table, and we danced along with her. At one point my dad even ended up on the table! All of the guests were dancing, laughing and having an awesome time. The guys were chasing the belly dancers around to give them tips and the girls were shaking it right along with them. Napkins were flying all over the place as we all kept yelling “Opa.” It definitely wasn’t your traditional rehearsal dinner, but it was a great way for all of our out of town guests to get to know each other. It was an awesome ice breaker.
Now for some photographic evidence:
Sheik T and the Opa napkins
Up on the tables dancing
My dad is up here too!
Me with my awesome bridesmaids in the napkin carnage: ASP, Little S, Me, JD, CMc, and CoLo
**When I studied abroad in France, there was a group of girls that called ourselves the Fat Kids In Action because it felt like all we did in France was eat. After our date last night, I felt the same way again.**
As you all know, T and I had a much needed date night yesterday. He’s been so busy with work and CPA studying and testing, and I’ve been wedding planning like a maniac, that we really haven’t spent much time together. In more ways than one. So we definitely made up for that last night. Twice. 😉
We decided to check out this newish Brazilian steak house named Chima for our dinner. A friend of ours who works at our favorite neighborhood bar also works there and hooked us up with 2 free dinner cards. So date night was the perfect excuse for us to check it out because normally steak houses like that have a hefty price tag. The atmosphere was cool. It was pretty spacious and you didn’t feel like you were sitting on top of other people. We sat down and started browsing the wine list, when our waiter told us that you could get half-priced bottles of good wine on Mondays. So we got a nice bottle of pinot noir, which was so delicious and had a slight chill to it. I hate warm wine, I need it to have some chill to it even if it’s not supposed to.
When you first get there, they tell you to start at the salad bar (probably so you don’t eat all of their meat) and then when you are ready for the meat, you flip this little card over to the orange side. That tells all the gauchos that they can bring by a ton of yumminess to you. It’s insane! While the orange side is up, they practically swarm you (in a good way) and shave off pieces of different types of steak, pork, lamb and fish. It’s crazy! Then you feel slightly overwhelmed and flip the card to black to tell them to stop. It’s like a little game. Every once in while, T or I would see something we wanted to try, so we’d flip the card back to orange just to taste that one item.
All of the meat was so delicious. It’s at moments like that, that I realized I could never be a vegetarian because I couldn’t give all of that up. I love it too much! Besides all of the protein choices, they had an amazing salad bar with calamari salad, shrimp salad, green salads, cheeses, meats, fruit and soups and rice (which we didn’t even try). They also start you off with these cute little cheesy biscuits, some amazingly tasty dip, and some type of round/breaded seafood (we thought that’s what they were) balls. Then once the meat starts coming out, they bring out the creamiest mashed potatoes I’ve ever seen or tried, fried polenta sticks (so good!) and some fried bananas. Let’s just say that by the time we were finished eating we were slightly delirious and drifting off into meat comas!
I would totally go back again, even though by the time we left I was so full I felt like I would die. But once we got home, we drank some Limoncello that JD brought back from Italy, so life was good again.
Poor T is in super CPA hell at the moment. He’s taking part 3 of the test this Monday, followed by the last part on July 25. He has been super busy and studying so hard that he barely has time to do anything else but work and study. Poor guy.
Yesterday, he sends me a g-chat saying that he was bringing home some dessert that he picked up while he was a lunch. It was this HUGE slice (this seriously was no slice, it was like half a cake) of black and white cake. It was a 3-layer chocolate cake with whipped cream and chocolate mousse filling, wrapped with a semi-sweet chocolate shell. And oh my God, was it to die for. I was in chocolate heaven when I ate it last night. The “slice” is so big that I cut it in half heightwise, then again length wise. The box it was in probably weighed 5 pounds when it had the whole slice in it. Seriously. But it was so cute when he told me about it. He’d been thinking about me at lunch and knew that I would heart it, so he bought it for me. What a sweetheart!
When he got home last night, he walked in with the monster cake and some flowers. He bought me flowers just because. I know I’ve been doing a lot of the stuff around the house since he’s been studying, but it was really nice of him to do that for me to show his appreciation. It’s the little things that make me happy!
I made my yummy fish tacos last night, which T and Little S loved! Poor T had to lock himself upstairs in our guest bedroom (aka Little S’s room for now) to eat and study. But when he came down he complimented me on how great the tacos were, especially the seasoning I used on the fish. That also really made my night. It’s such a high when you cook something from scratch (I used a recipe to get the ingredients, but don’t follow it at all) and the people that you love really enjoy eating it.
What makes you really happy or makes your day?