Cravings

UPDATE: Congratulations to our winner Amanda, who won the $50 gift card by random.org draw. And I have amazing news! One Tail at a Time won the online voting!! Kriser’s is now counting up any mail-in votes, and will officially announce a winner on July 28th – paws crossed for them and THANK YOU for helping such a great cause by voting!

I’m off to Dubai for the next 10 days to visit with my lovely friend Amy I! 

One special thing we are doing to honor our families at our wedding is having family wedding pictures displayed at cocktail hour. I have been collecting as many generations of pictures as possible from both sides of the families. We are fortunate enough to have all four pictures of my great-grandparents and we even know the dates of their weddings! Below are three generations of my family’s weddings. It is amazing to see how the photography, fashion and styles have changed over the years. All images are from my personal collection.

“It’s time,” I declared to my husband just days after our wedding. “We have waited long enough.  We’ve been trying for years but for one reason or another it just never happened.  Can we please start our family now?” I begged.

Whew! To say that I’ve been overwhelmed recently is a bit of an understatement. A quick update of the last month:

This entry is subtitled: Why I’m Freaking Out About Our Food at the Reception

It occurred to me today at the doctor’s office…that when you are engaged…you can easily have a conversation with just about anyone…and at any time.  Of course the subject of discussion is… the WEDDING!!  Why is it that all of a sudden I feel like the lady at the bank that helped us set up our joint account wants to have us over for her next dinner party??  And does the pharmacy tech really care about what flowers I’m going to have on the cake table??

…of being engaged….and we still have 8 more months to go.

Sometimes when I’m roaming wedding blog land, I am amazed at what bridal bloggers can do in their spare time. How do they keep up with their wedding and have a full-time job? How did they make their own wedding dress and stay sane? What do you mean they baked their own wedding cake?? I am so impressed by all the talent out there, so much so that I often feel like bowing in front of the computer hailing “I’m not worthy!”

I still remember the day I learned about Facebook. It was sometime in 2004, and I was walking back to my apartment with my friend Matthew after history class. We were dodging the usual suspects on Telegraph Ave. in Berkeley, when he enlightened me.

It’s finally time to start the much anticipated wedding recaps! Much anticipated on my end, at least. I want to remember every moment, every emotion, every detail. It really is true that the day — the week, actually — will just fly by. And before you know it, you’ll find yourself where I am today: happily married and still marveling in the loveliness that was our wedding day.

And sadly it’s not the good kind of dream… Last night I had my first wedding-related freak out dream.  You know, the one where you somehow find yourself at your wedding and you hadn’t finished planning everything (so people are wandering around aimlessly wondering why in the world you don’t have escort cards), your hair and make-up are not done, it’s the first dance and you can’t find the groom anywhere so you dance with your mom?  Yea, that one.

Friends! It’s been so long, and I have so many stories to share! August 28th was the most perfect day of my life — rain and all. There was spontaneous singing during the ceremony. There were bridesmaids with red umbrellas and groomsmen with mugs of microbrews. There were proud parents. There were family cookbooks for every guest. And there was an unlimited supply of love and laughter.

Hello friends! This is my final post before becoming a MRS. I had wanted so much to share more details with you this week: centerpieces, signs, favors, sparklers, etc. But, not surprisingly, the week has just flown by.

Nick and I are both so fortunate to come from loving and supportive families. Our parents raised us to be kind, faithful, and respectful individuals. They have provided us with a solid foundation and have nurtured our independence. They are our role models and have set wonderful examples for us to follow – in life, love, and marriage.

Ed Note: I’m beyond thrilled to welcome another EAD Weddings bride blogger into the fold!  Natalie is absolutely adorable and I know you’re going to love getting to know her and reading and commenting along as she plans her November 2009 North Carolina mountain wedding!

In case you haven’t noticed, I really love projects.  Like, when I am faced with a life event, my mind immediately starts racing about what kind of projects I can do and usually the more complicated the better.  See once I have an idea, it feels like a high at every phase from conception of the idea all the way until the project is finished.  This is what happened when I decided to send out moving announcements for our new house.

I danced for ten years: ballet, tap, jazz … you name it, I did it. So I can count music, and I pick up steps quickly. I’m also inherently a coordinator, a motivator, and sometimes an over achiever. This combination makes me a natural leader on the dance floor. Enter: the issue.

I have one of those countdowns on my Facebook profile that tells me how many days are left until the wedding. I used to think it was a fun, quirky thing to have, but as the number gets smaller and smaller, I find myself getting more and more freaked out about how little time we have left. There’s just so much to do!

Ok, so I have read so many blog posts about changing/not changing/hyphenating/merging names, so I thought I’d weigh in with my decision.