This pregnancy, most of the results of my insanity have been good. I've moved, I've started a preschool, and on Sunday I returned from an 1800 mile trip that we spread out over an exhaustingly short 3 days. And yes, I am due in two weeks. (Don't worry. Brad's EMT-Basic trained. He totally could have handled delivering a baby in the car.)
It was my brother's wedding. Good cause, no? Still, you should have seen the looks I got from well-meaning wedding attendees insisting I was completely nuts.
That's just what every pregnant woman loves to hear.
But it was fun. I might even say it was worth it if my car wasn't suffering the after-effects of the tantrums of two young children in the car for 28 hours in one weekend.
I do not want to clean that thing.
Okay, no. Car trip and all, the trip was fantastic. Fast. Fun.
The ceremony was beautiful.
The reception was at La Caille. No need to say more.
But I will anyway. Of course.
I should warn you that this will be long. And probably boring. You read at your own risk.
The place is amazing.
The food is incredible.
But that wasn't why we went. This is why we went:
I, for one, am really excited for Lilian to be in my family. I love her.
And... bonus. We even got to sneak a trip to Ogden to see the Neville family for a couple of hours.
The whole thing was crazy. We are crazy. But it was a blast. Even if we didn't get rewarded with any beautiful photographic souvenirs of our trip. I mean, look at that charming, photogenic family there.