Apologies

For the spotty posting.  I've been up to my ears in last minute stuff for my little Brother's wedding. So excited to head down to Reynolds and relax in the sun (and gain a sister to boot).  So check out a fab recipe I've been enjoying over at EAD Living- it's actually helpful for bikini wearing.

Last year I was down at the Beach Barn living it up with Hubs, the Flowers and the Taylors. What are y'all doing for Memorial day weekend?  Hope you are enjoying the sun and summer's arrival (but wear sunscreen!)

I Knew Before We Began*

Okay, it's time for a little sappiness today on S&S.  In honor of Hubs' and I's second wedding anniversary (whoohoo!), a little story about how we fell in love.  I was living in Atlanta in my second year of law school, while Hubs was in Knoxville. We had slowly become very good friends over the past three years, and he was the guy I called before I went to sleep after a wild night out with my friends, or to talk about any boy problems I might be encountering.

We were both casually seeing other people that we weren't that wild about- just having fun. I started getting worried though.  If Hubs started dating someone seriously, she would most likely object to my 2 o'clock in the morning phone calls, and perhaps our super close friendship.  Hmmmppph.

So I was attending a wedding back home and I took Hubs as my date (as friends).  AK and I formulated a plan- if Hubs confessed his love, then it was a sign and I would go for it.  If not, it wasn't meant to be, and we should remain friends.  I was a trifle bit nervous, because I knew if Hubs and I kissed we would probably end of getting married, and I was rather a commitment phobe at this point of my existence.

Well, the night went on.  I consumed a great deal of absolutely delicious wine, had a ball, and generally was in a fabulous mood.  However, no confession of love from Hubs.  This was going to take a little help from me, obviously.  We're hanging with all of our friends at the local watering hole, and decided to inquire of Hubs whether he has ever had a crush on me.  Bright red, he stutters something to the negative effect, which I scoff at (internally I hope, though things are a little fuzzy due to the previous wine consumption (and the fact that this was almost five (!) years ago)), because I'm pretty confident that he had a crush on me (confidence of course increased by wine as well).

The night continues well into the wee hours, and we end up on Hubs' porch, talking and laughing as is our norm.  Finally Hubs brings up my earlier query about his feelings for me.  I play dumb, then relent a little and tell him that if he did have feelings for me it would change things.  Not to sound melodramatic, but I knew at this point my life was about to change (hee, that is really melodramatic- can I once again blame the copious amounts of expensive red wine?).  He said some amazing stuff to me (that would earn me a very angry Hubs if I posted them on the interwebs), and I melted.  And that was that- we've been in love ever since!  Seriously, very few hiccups along the way, excepting my freak out during bar study about global warming, but that is a story for another time.

So two happy years and a lifetime left to go!  Happy anniversary Hubs!  I love you!

*I surprised Hubs with this inscribed on the inside of his wedding band.  I'm pretty sweet occasionally.

Losing Dresses and My Train of Thought

 I was going through random pictures last night.  Don't you hate when you notice articles of clothing that have disappeared?  I adored this dress, and have not a clue where it now resides.

 I love this picture of my family (I wonder where I am- based on the composition, behind the lens with assistance?).

 Ahh, my first Christmas as a bride.  And my gift from my loving husband.

 From Bill and Katie's wedding- just about a year ago.  Happy Anniversary friends!  Such a great time, and another missing dress.

 Anner just sent me this picture, and I can't stop laughing at it- we will be at Tucker Plantation in exactly a month for her nuptials!!!!

 Watercolor's geraniums from last Memorial Day Weekend.  If it would stop being so dag gum cold here, I would plant some in my beds.  I went a little crazy and dug up a bunch of bushes in my front beds on Sunday.  Now I am left with a bunch of stalks, and a root system that I can not pull up.  And cold and rain. Poor Hubs is probably going to come outside at some point on Saturday to a giant hole in our front yard, and a triumphant wife brandishing an enormous shovel.

Finally, a pic of me getting ready for cotillion.  Why could Pascal not have done my hair like this?  I loved this hairdo.  My brother and Em's wedding is at the end of this month.  I am so excited to be pampered, and get my hair did, but for the first time, I'm experiencing some trepidation on how I will fare.  Insults?  Touching me in slightly inappropriate places?  A tri-bunion?  Ahhh, Pascal I miss you already.