honeymoon itinerary
On Wednesday, I told you all about my desperate longing to back in Boston, back on our honeymoon. Tonight, I happened upon a notebook that I used to record the details of our meandering. If there is one thing that I’m extremely proud of, it’s my ability to appreciate the beauty of a moment as I’m living it. I loved every minute of that trip and I knew that I’d want those memories to be as vivid as possible. So, I took notes, naturally.
And I’m so glad that I did. Reading them reminded me of things I’d long forgotten. It’s been a pretty chaotic year for us and that trip seems more distant than high school some days.
Thankfully I’ll always have notes, photos, and souvenirs.
Just for fun, I give you said notes. (Supplemented by photos because I know you won’t read it all without a little eye candy.)
Tuesday, September 7, 2010:
9 hour drive followed by one way streets, a lagging GPS, fading day light and ultimately getting lost
Bill stays in the car while Sarah lugs largest suitcase known to man up three flights of a spiral staircase only to find it was, in fact, the wrong spiral staircase.
His old Civic was stick shift and was illegal parked, so I had to do the unloading while he waited to swing it around the block in case a friend BPD office threatened to write him a ticket.
I am in love with this simple centerpiece- especially because it gives me every excuse to have that glass of wine at the end of a hard day. I won’t be using it for centerpieces but most likely for the table where we display famed photos of the family and friends whom we have lost. You know, the “Wish You Were Here” table.
So from now until wedding day, every glass of wine I drink will be my quiet little way of toasting to my paternal grandparents, my Papa, Uncle Mike, Bill’s grandmother, Bill’s uncle and my friend Dylan.
So I’ve narrowed down our cake topper choices to these two. Both are priced around $25 which makes them a great deal. Both are light enough to not give our cake lady any nightmares. Both have full rotation movement, which is just cool. And both are pretty without being overly formal.
The boy prefers option one, but I’m concerned that it won’t show up well on top of white icing and might not photograph well. My only concern with option two is that it’s gold plated which means it might not keep well over time.
What do you think?
words of love for jacob and mallory
The experts say that love is universal. And in most aspects, I must say that the experts are correct. In fact, it is my truest belief that love is the sole thing holding this world of ours together. But the true beauty, I feel, lies in that within its commonality love- great, life-affirming, earth-shattering love- is also the most unique experience a person can have in his or her life.
It is by no means, easy, simple, predictable or given. The ability to love is our divine right as humans and to be loved in return is a privilege we bestow upon each other. But to be loved in that big, all-consuming way, that is a matter of precise circumstance, total individuality and infinite detail.
When we talk about butterflies, soul mates, first kisses and missing someone, those conversations are easy because whether you draw from experience, observation or romantic comedies, we all have some idea as to what those things are supposed to look like, what they’re supposed to feel like.
But inside every real love, the kind that’s messier and not nearly as well dressed as that you see in the movies, is two individuals—two imperfect, baggage-toting, hang-up carrying, slightly broken individuals with the very best of intentions. And it is this combination of their strengths, their weaknesses, their differences and their quirks that make one specific love more tangible and more beautiful than any fairytale.
We would not all be here on this perfect day if not for his infectious smile, her gorgeous green eyes, his quiet strength, her earnest heart, his temper, her sense of direction, their shared sense of family, their bickering… if not for their love.
And just as two very different souls make a love possible, the unique memories those two create make love real.
Like meeting the love of your life at fourteen years old and being able to say you knew what he looked like before the beard. Or watching a young girl put miles and miles of painful strides on her legs just for the love of it and knowing that in ten years you’ll see that same passion when she’s holding your children. It’s in missing someone practically every single day for four long years and because of such not taking it for granted when they walk through the door each night. It’s about fighting through the hard days because when you know very little about yourself and even less about life, you still know that the person standing across from you is what it’s really all about.
So you see, any love worth having is not at all about what it looks like or what it’s supposed to feel like. It’s about two individuals looking within themselves and finding the strength to become greater than the sum of their parts. And it is in the greatness of their one love that we find enough pure joy and simple humanity to hold this world of ours together.
things i want…
-the energy to care about what i’ll look like on my brother’s wedding day.
-an external hard drive so i can grab every single beautiful picture i find online and hold onto it forever without a worry.
-a new car.
-an airplane (and a pilot) so i can go home for dinner after work when i miss my momma, daddy and nana.
-an iTunes gift card with no spending limit so i can sing out of tune to a new song every day.
-a personal trainer to whip my butt in shape for my wedding (341 days to go).
-thicker hair.
-all my bridesmaids in one city for a weekend.
-a note from God promising me that my Grandfathers will both be able to see me from wherever they are on my wedding day.
-an all expenses paid honeymoon to Europe.
-a nap.
Getting the only thing on my list that I can have today.
Now if only I can find me a ring bearer!
*These beauties are via Esty crafter 5eizen.
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