Our house smells very much like fresh paint right now: Two bedrooms, three ceilings, a picket fence and shabby-chic shudders are the essence of "overly scented."
Very. Nauseous.
Of course, no large event would be complete without a slideshow; which involves digging through old pictures, searching through old jpg files and scouring Facebook for pics of when Ethan was a teenager.
And THIS is what happens when you go digging around in a dark closet, trying to find picture frames. Just don't even go there...
But wasn't he cute?!
Still is, as a matter of fact....
*Be still my heart .... Can't believe I get to marry this guy.
Okay, fine. I'll stop gushing now.
CHEEEEEEESSSSE!!! {Way to ruin the picture, Anna... I still love this shot, though...}
Ooh! And here's another interesting one... with my MOH! (love ya, Kara:)
Okay. Enough Randomness; I need to go make supper before I become even more ridiculous. ;)
