Day 83: The Big Day

Hooray! The big day is finally here! Baby girl was my alarm clock this morning and decided to wake up at 5:30am. It worked out well though because it meant I could go to the wedding earlier then scheduled to help set up. Such a beautiful morning. The sun was shining and there was not a cloud in the sky. It was a pretty windy day though and each time the wind blew it felt like it dropped 20 degrees, but it was still lovely. Thankfully I had packed out things the night before so there was no need to rush around like a mad woman which was nice. We got to the wedding and I was able to help set up a few tables before Eva was ready to be out and fed. I'm so thankful for everyone there because they all seemed to chip in and help out with her when I couldn't. I had really envisioned me being cooped up in some bathroom trying to feed her or put her to bed and running late on things like hair and makeup. But that was not the case. My mom also showed up way early too and that was a HUGE blessing. She kept the baby in the car with her while she napped and would bring her to me only when she was ready to be fed. It worked out great.

The ceremony was beautiful and I cried, of course. I feel like I'm becoming more and more like my Aunt Susie everyday and cry and just about everything. Tara looked radiant and you can really see how much they are in love. The plan was after the ceremony to feed the baby, then she and Skylar would leave with my mom. But once I saw other girls there that are around Skylar's age, I knew she wasn't going anywhere. She and Bryce both had so much fun. They danced there little hearts out and if they weren't dancing, you could find them in the photo booth taking umpteen number of pictures. It really was such a fun, fun night. Even daddy had fun and got a chance to dance with the bride to "Footloose." It was a beautiful wedding and I couldn't be more happy for Tara. She waited a long time but she found the one that is perfect for her. Now for a few pics from our fun evening...

It's crazy to think of just how long some of us have known each other. The pic above with just 4 of us is I've known 2 of them for 17 years and Deborah (standing beside me), I've known her for 19 years. Just craziness.
One of my favorite pics from the night was capturing a sweet daddy/daughter moment and no it wasn't the father and the bride dance. I high-tailed it out of there when I heard that coming. No, it was my husband with our firstborn. This picture evokes so much emotion because one day, it will be HER wedding and he will give her away. Sigh.