The Worst Souvenir Ever

We bought the worst souvenir ever while on our honeymoon in Paris.

Coffee and map reading.

Coffee and map reading.

I know what you are thinking –

How is that possible? It was your honeymoon! Everything should have been oozing romance and perfection. What prompted you to purchase something that would have been anything less than satisfactory?

I had such HIGH hopes for this souvenir too, it makes me so sad to think that it is now hidden away in my closet, stacked between heavy books not easily moved.

It is not a common souvenir.
In fact, it was custom made, right before our eyes.
One of a kind.
A complete original.

It is not one of those cheesy dime-a-dozen key chains with the Eiffel tower or a neon-green shirt with ‘City of Love’ sprayed across the chest in obnoxiously large font.

Nope. It is way better that.

It is a charcoal drawing/sketch of my portrait done by a seemingly talented artist who was standing right along the Seine, just next to the Eiffel tower.

As if, this was the most convenient place for an artist to create art.

Moments before we found the artist.

My camera bag is only slightly large. Moments before we found the artist.

He caught our eye because he had just finished a sketch and it was stunning. The woman looked beautiful. She had deep shades to show the contour of her facial bones and her eyes were smiling. Immediately, Mr. Speedy asked how much and agreed I would be the subject.

However, the artist’s work that we just saw, and approved of, was taking a break so his co-worker promptly stepped in and began my sketch.

This is so exhilarating! We can frame this and always remember our honeymoon and Paris… I thought as I sat and positioned myself to look at the artist.

I used to be an model for the Art Department at grad school and it was my favorite job ever. This brought back a flood of memories and kind of gives a person a whole new level of value that they can keep to themselves. I can be the subject. I am the subject. I am being art.

However, after some time and sketching, it was apparent something was very very very wrong.

Mr. Speedy kept snooping, peeking over the artist’s shoulder, and making these contorted faces as if he just bit into a rotten apple.

And when the artist was finally done and wiped his brow, as if to say You were difficult… but I am a master, I held my breath hoping it was a notable likeness.

To my horror, this is what he saw in me:

My neck is a size XXL. Just to let you know if you buy me a button up.

My lips are NOT that lush. Those eyebrows… did he miss out on how the thickness? My neck is a size XXL. Just to let you know if you buy me a button up.

Man. I am a man.

Man. I am a man.

WHAT IS THIS.

WHAT IS THIS.

We payed the artist, and walked away with our sketch (if you can even call it that, it is more like a long-lost twin brother), and wondered how on Earth did the man think that this looked anything like me?

“I feel like he looked at you, and any type of flaw, like your thicker eyebrows or freckles, he altered your face. I don’t like it. I love your face and this is not it,” Mr. Speedy said.

It’s true – my real features are pretty plain – I have small lips, large eyes, thick eyelashes, crazy eyebrows, freckles, and a very thin neck.

Mr. Speedy things that this portrait looks like….

  • Me as a male football player
  • Me as an male army sargent
  • Me if I got lip injection, a nose job, and tweezed all my eyebrows out
  • Me if I was not me

I guess in the future, if we REALLY want a portrait done, we should probably go with an artist who is a bit more legitimate than a man sketching tourists along the Seine.

Sincerely,

Lily

p.S. On a completely unrelated note, I just figured out our iPad has Photobooth which means I can take pictures like this:

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A Painting for 100 Days

Mr. Speedy and I have been officially married for over 100 days.

I just love this picture. It is so.... quiet. Peaceful. If I could picture a heart that is content, it would look something like this.

I just love this picture. It is so…. quiet. Peaceful. If I could picture a heart that is content, it would look something like this.

100 days.

This is basically the gestation period for a pig… which is actually QUITE ironic because we just bought this delightful painting of a pig.

This painting made me laugh so hard at the shop, that I knew I would never get tired of looking at it. It’s one of those works of art is just so simple and plain and ordinary, you kind of feel like you are looking at the extraordinary. It is the type of painting that instantly resurrects a smile from my face.

It makes me feel like I’m looking at something out of storybook:

I wanted to name him 'Saturday' because we bought him on a Saturday, but Mr. Speedy named him Chester.

I wanted to name him ‘Saturday’ because we bought him on a Saturday, but Mr. Speedy named him Chester.

It was done by a local artist that obviously has some impressionistic-like talent. The brushstrokes are fantastic:

Chester. I'm smitten with you.

Chester. I’m smitten with you.

I still need to frame this. I was thinking a gilded gold one to contrast with the black background? He deserves a decorate enclosure, don’t you think?

Looking at this pig, reminds me how darn thankful I am to have Mr. Speedy.
A husband that allows me to buy a farm animal painting on a moments notice.
A spouse that is okay with my taste in decor.
A partner that supports my random needs or wants.

This painting will always remind me of our first 100 days or so together.
It’ll remind me of this summer.
Waking up late and finding each other under the sheets.
It’ll remind me of meandering around an antique shop, looking for everything and nothing all at once.
Picking out items and pointing, as if silently asking ‘Will this work?’
It’ll remind me of saying yes sometimes to things out of the ordinary.

Like this painting.

When I chatted Mr. Speedy that we have been together for same amount of days that it takes a pig to reproduce, his response was this:

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Did I mention I love this man?
He doesn’t even realize how directly he speaks to my heart, my soul, the marrow of my bones.

A painting for each cornerstone in marriage.
What an unconventional, romantic way to go about our life together.

MUSHY, I KNOW.

Sincerely,

Lily

 

 

 

Summer Sand

This summer has been filled with sun, sand, and sangria.

Ah. Just the way I like it.

Nieces running in the sand.

Nieces running in the sand.

For the 4th of July, Mr. Speedy’s sister, her husband, and their three children drove in from Nebraska to join us on Lake Michigan in a beach cottage.

Randomly, the property also included a train caboose:

Boxcar Children, anyone? If you know what I am referring too then we are probably book soulmates.

ANYWAYS, we spent three full days burying our toes in the sand, drinking my sister-in-law’s yummy margaritas that involved a number of things and tasted like the most delicious thing ever to hit your lips, and just being together. My brothers even joined us. Here are a few favorite snapshots:

The men in my life.

The men in my life.

Possible Titles: Lover of Me. Lover. I Drool At You, Eternally. Let Me Stare At You.

Possible Titles: Lover of Me. Lover. I Drool At You, Eternally. Let Me Stare At You.

Can we just take a moment and appreciate the utter cuteness of tiny Lillyan—-

Look at those blue eyes.

Look at those blue eyes.

Question- what do you get when you have some seashells with tiny holes, weeds, and time on your hands?

Answer: Fancy crowns only mermaids would wear.

I channeled my inner-Pocahontas and weaved this seashell crown of weeds for my niece, Londyn to wear:

Fancy!

Fancy!

Cool, RIGHT?

We even found a flower to add to it. She had to pose by her Uncle Speedy, sound asleep:

Hello? Are you alive?

Hello? Are you alive?

One of the best parts about this trip was spending time with my sister-in-law.

She is totally an inspiration for the type of mom I want to be- hard-working, supportive, organized, AND did I mention she teaches Jazzercise and is in super shape? Yeah. In between meal preps, bath time, and poopy pants, she does it all.

This e-card sums reminds me of her:

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Also, her and her husband are the cutest. She will hate me for posting this picture BUT can we just comment on her hubby’s dreamy look towards her? UM SWOOOOOON:

If this is not a look of love, then I don't know what is.

If this is not a look of love, then I don’t know what is.

I loved hanging out with them.

This was our first time hanging out with another sibling married couple. It was like a rite of passage and we passed with flying colors… at least I think we did. They didn’t run way screaming to get back to Nebraska.

On a completely unrelated note, my sister-in-law is an excellent cook. She made this bean recipe that is BEYOND any type of pork n bean thing you have had. If you like beans with a BBQ, you must try this out:

Bean Casserole
1 can pork and beans
1 can kidney beans – drained
1 can butter beans – drained
1/2lb browned hamburger
1/2lb cooked bacon
1/2 cup diced sweet onion
1/2 cup ketchup
3/4 cup brown sugar
1 tsp. salt
1 TBSP vinegar
Mix all together, put in a casserole dish and bake at 350 for an hour. Howeer, she does suggest to put it in a crockpot for a better flavor! 
WARNING: Don’t eat like 5 cups like I did…. you will regret it the next day and your husband will question ever sitting next to you in a car again.
Sincerely,
Lily

The Best Stamp in my Passport

Name this movie-

But Jack, Jack gave me the perfect gift
a stamp in my passport.
He took me to Florence for our honeymoon.
I guess he might say he gave me the world.

While You Were Sleeping.

While You Were Sleeping.

As I held my ticket to Paris, this scene and these words kept replaying in my head.

I was about to see the world, a world I only had studied and read about in Art History, a world that Mr. Speedy knew meant everything to me.

I hope one day I can give him the world.
The trip of a lifetime.
Take him some place he has always wanted to go but never had the chance.
Maybe this will just a be a lifetime of making a home, family, and memories with him?

Here is an overview of what we did/saw during our trip.

First, Mr. Speedy really went above and beyond with our stay in Pairs.
We stayed in a suite at the Saint James Pairs.
A previous mansion that is now a luxury hotel.

The lobby.

The lobby.

Us on the first night outside the Saint James.

Us on the first night outside the Saint James.

Our room was two levels and decorated in highly elaborate fabrics, wallpapers, patterns, and paintings. We had a spiral staircase that made me dizzy. Portraits of people. A set of really tall windows (no screens). It was very unique.

The sitting room. I LOVE this book wallpaper.

The sitting room. I LOVE this book wallpaper.

Enough about the room.

Here is what we did:

  • Arc de triomphe
  • Eiffel Tower
  • Musee de l’orangerie (see the beautiful massive Monet waterlilies here)
  • Champs Elysees (major street with shopping, shopping, and more shopping)
  • Musée Marmottan (a tour of a patron’s mansion…. SO much impressionism inside. GO SEE THIS.)
  • Louvre – we did not go in because that would take me weeks to get through, but walked along the outside
  • Notre Dame
  • Sainte Chapelle
  • Pont des arts (the lock bridge for lovers — DO THIS IF YOU GO TO PARIS WITH YOUR LOVE)
  • Musee Rodin (MY FAVORITE. I WOULD LIKE TO LIVE IN HERE.)
  • Les Invalides (Napolean’s tomb…. it is massive and the most regal thing ever).
I started to cry when I saw this. I cried pretty much everywhere I went. It was all so beautiful.

I started to cry when I saw this. I cried pretty much everywhere I went. It was all so beautiful.

Oh someone was being funny.

Oh someone was being funny.

Zee River!

Zee River!

Lover’s Bridge-

Locks, Locks, Locks.

Locks, Locks, Locks.

He bought a big lock.

He bought a big lock.

Notre Dame.

Notre Dame.

My favorite place- Rodin’s museum and gardens-

I have no idea what I am doing.

I have no idea what I am doing.

Close -up of 'The Kiss'

Close -up of ‘The Kiss’

Napolean’s Tomb-

It was MASSIVE.

It was MASSIVE.

Then we took a train and went to Nice for the rest of the week.

Our hotel was built into the side of a rock formation (Hotel la Perouse), jutting out along the sea. Just above us, we could hike up to the castle ruins and overlook the entire town. Nice was relaxing, less crowded than Paris, and had all the food of Italy. I loved it.

View from hotel.

View from hotel.

Bird!

Bird!

Loved these steps.

Loved these steps.

Mountains in the distance.

Mountains in the distance.

Everything was in bloom!

Everything was in bloom!

We exlored the marina, I got my hair cut, and we sat long the coast.

It was a bit chilly!

It was a bit chilly!

Our room here was very romantic-

Hearts everywhere.

Hearts everywhere.

Kissing.

Kissing.

And the only sunset we caught was on our last night, in a hotel room at the airport, a perfect ending to the entire trip-

Airport sunset.

Airport sunset.

Tell me-

What has been your favorite vacation ever?

Was it Florida?
That time you went on a girls only getaway to your best friend’s house.
Italy.
Somewhere with a beach.
Tell me what blew your socks off.

 

Sincerely,

Lily

 

Memories of a Champagne Gown and a French romance

Marriage.

What a simple two-syllable word that already holds such a heavy, happy weight in my heart.

Married.

Married.

I don’t have any professional pictures or the video back yet, so I am going to only post a few pictures to give a brief overview.

This day was heavy and thick with emotion and in the future, I’ll blog about moments in-depth (such as opening my wedding gift from Mr. Speedy or finding out my little brother was wearing my veil and taking selfies).

The 1920’s theme turned out amazing! It was blast to see how everything came together.

I will say, my absolute most favorite part of that entire day, was saying my vows.

I really thought it was going to be when I first saw and locked eyes with Mr. Speedy while walking down the aisle… but saying my vows was the most surreal moment I have ever had in my short life. I’ll never forget the look of pure happiness and committment and love on his face.

And apparently (I do not remember this), I jumped up and down a little out of excitement in the middle of this process. Megan and Brittany, do you recall?

Vows.

Vows.

Favorite moment.

Favorite moment.

Married!

Married!

From there, the rest was a blur but a lot of fun and LET ME JUST SAY-

Having a big wedding is worth it for the fact that you are surrounded by a group of people who would probably never be together in the same room and there is such an overwhelming feeling of support and happiness, it makes it worth every single penny. After the vows, the best part was spending time and seeing people from near and far!

These kids were the best. I am so happy they were a part of the wedding.

These kids were the best. I am so happy they were a part of the wedding.

My wedding gift from Mr. Speedy was a beautiful pearl and crystal back drape necklace.

I am only going to wear backless gowns now.

I am only going to wear backless gowns now.

It matched perfectly and was simply stunning. If you really want one, you can get order one from BHLDN from here. And then we can be twins.

HONEYMOON-

So when did I find out where I was going???

While signing our marriage license with the Priest, best man, and maid of honor someone let the secret out.

The Priest.

Of all people, he simply says to me, “So, I heard you are going to Paris. That’ll be quite a trip.”

Mr. Speedy’s face was shocked. I think he felt somewhat betrayed by the man that just married us.

So the next morning, straight from the hotel, we flew to Paris. PARIS.
PARIS.
PARIS.
PARISSSSSSSS.

This is probably the most selfless trip Mr. Speedy could have planned. My undergraduate degree was in Art History and impressionism is my favorite, but I have never been to Paris. Mr. Speedy planned this entire honeymoon around my love of art.

Each morning, I’d ask him – “What do you want to do today?”
“I want to see you smile and happy.”
And then I usually would have an internal debate on exploring Paris or staying locked away in our honeymoon nest of hotel room and come up for air hours, days later.
What is a girl to do with a response like that?

Louvre!

Louvre!

I made an amazing discovery on this trip. Mr. Speedy is completely capable of looking at art for hours, but only if you feed him a beer or two every other hour or so. This kept him sustained to see and observe art in an enjoyable matter.
When I missed my opportunity to get him a beer or food, this is what resulted:
Sleeping in Notre Dame. Sleeping in Notre Dame.

On the other hand, I could have given up food and all drinks and showers for weeks and would have still had this smile-

Are you ready to see another cathedral???

Are you ready to see another cathedral???

We spent the first half of the week in Paris, then took a train to Nice for the remainder of our honeymoon.

And somewhere between getting married, being in Europe, and seeing so many new things –  I decieded t oget my hair cut by a man that did not speak any English and smelled strongly of espresso and chocolate.

It truly was a wonderful trip.

Hair cut! This is in Nice.

Hair cut! This is in Nice.

I am wearing the dress he bought me for the honeymoon in this picture. I felt extremely posh prancing around in this with my new haircut.

🙂

 

More to come this week….. XoXo

 

Sincerely,

Mr. Speedy’s WIFE

Musee Rodin! This was my favorite place.

Musee Rodin! This was my favorite place.

 

Timeline of Love

I am getting married tomorrow.

timeline

Mr. Speedy and I  have been together for just less than two years.

So much has happened.

We met.
We swooned.
We immediately fell into a love that kind of roots itself to the inner core of your being and constantly grows.
We had our first date that ended with such a passionate make-out, just thinking about it makes me sweat.
We continued seeing each other, every day.
We ran.
We traveled.
We laughed.
We enjoyed life in a new way- with each other.

After 4 months, Mr. Speedy started saving for an engagement ring.
Less than a year together, he asked me to be his wife.
And now, we are getting married.

Family is arriving from out of town. Friends are flying in. It really is quite remarkable the amount of support we have been given.

Yesterday was a whirlwind of running around, delivering everything to the reception hall, and getting my manly eyebrows waxed (I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER).

Mr. Speedy’s sister spent the day at my parents MAKING the wedding cake. It is lemon flavored and I think she zested like 46 lemons. Have I mentioned how amazing she is? Really. She puts any baking I have done to shame. What a selfless lady.

Actually, there have been a lot of selfless and helpful people making our wedding come together. Mr. Speedy’s other sister is a hairdresser and is doing the mothers do’s, along with the flower girls. My cousin figured out how to sew an extra piece of elastic to hold in my headpiece. My Aunt helped me with all my tulle cutting and a friend helped me sort. My parents have always been there for me, letting me bounce ideas off of them and assisted with the seating chart. My co-workers are amazing and helped with the centerpieces and one made the card box-

Today, my plans are to go get a hard work out done, get my nails painted, complete packing for mystery honeymoon, pick up my dress and then check into the hotel. The rehearsal begins at 6pm then dinner afterwards (Mr. Speedy’s parents are hosting it!), and then we all go back to the hotel for the night. Mr. Speedy and I are keeping it very traditional and staying in separate suites and not seeing each other until the ceremony.

Tonight will be a big reunion with my girlfriends. My three girls in the wedding will be sleeping in the suite with me, but  Brittany and Megan and two of my girlfriends will be visiting too. I am excited- I already have plastic champagne glasses and champagne packed! Hopefully I stay away past 9 pm.

I know that tomorrow will go by so quickly that it’ll be a blur.

But there is a moment that is on constant repeat in my mind that I hope I can remember every single sweet second and always conjure up in my mind.

It’ll be that moment the cathedral doors open and I lo ck eyes with Mr. Speedy, walking down the aisle with my Dad. It’ll be that moment that the ceremony starts and we are about to start our marriage. That moment we finally are together after much anticipation and prep. That moment he finally sees me, not as his fiance or girlfriend, but as his wife.

And then after that… life with him. I am excited to just be married and fall into a rhythm that works for both of us and pursuing things we want to do. I am excited to start a family. I am excited to have Mr. Speedy as my husband and life-long companion.

I am excited for forever with him despite the fact that forever always seems to short with him.

We were stuck staring at each other.

We were stuck staring at each other.

Goodbye Blogging world for a bit…. I will return to you as one happily married gal who just went on a honeymoon… to somewhere !

Sincerely,

Very-Almost-Married-Lily

This is the cathedral where we are getting married.

This is the cathedral where we are getting married. (Photo credit: jlbweddings )

If you are free tomorrow at 3pm, please say a short prayer…. that I don’t trip or cry too much. KIDDING. We will be starting our marriage ceremony at that time at the Cathedral of the Most Blessed Sacrament. It is a gorgeous, awe-filling space.

But really, pray that I don’t trip.

Honeymoon Location……

Several months ago, Mr. Speedy did something.

On my birthday.

On my birthday.

I was getting stressed over some wedding detail while out to dinner with him, my Mom, and sister. I barely enjoyed my meal because I was so upset and in a fit over whatever (I can’t even remember what it was – money? centerpieces?). I did not finish my meal and remember leaving the dinner feeling selfish and silly and exhausted. How dare this planning rob precious time away from a beautiful dinner with my family and love. What the heck, I thought to myself.

While driving home, Mr. Speedy turned down the radio, grabbed my hand, and told me something that I did not predict at all.

“The honeymoon,” he said. “You have been doing so much with everything else and  I can see it is a lot….. so the honeymoon.”

“Yes? What about it?” I questioned. At this point, we had played around with different places but nothing had formed.

“I am going to take care of it. I am going to plan it, pay for it, and get it all together. You just show up, say ‘I do,’ and fly away with me.”

And then my jaw fell straight into my lap and I melted into a pile of mush.

Really.

I’ll plan it. Pay for it. Show up and marry me then fly away…

WHO SAYS THINGS LIKE THIS? DO ROMANTIC GESTURES LIKE THIS EXIST?

Yes, Mr. Speedy does things like this. I felt just like Carrie in Sex and the City, when Big decides to pick up the tab for their new, beautiful apartment. Like no big deal. I got it.

That being said, here is what I know about the surprise honeymoon:

  • Passport: He asked for this so we are going out of the country and I don’t think it is Canada.
  • No-beach (maybe): We have already done the sun and beach trip to Cancun… something tells me we aren’t repeating that type of trip.
  • Europe: Someone slipped and hinted that we were traveling to this continent… SO I AM PRETTY SURE WE ARE FLYING IN THIS DIRECTION. I REALLY want to go to Europe and we discussed this location a bit before he decided to plan the entire thing. My vote would be France because what better place to go on your honeymoon? Plus, the art. I would…. drool over being able to see Paris.  Or Italy…. Tuscany or Venus? Actually, anywhere on that continent would be fantastically wonderful. Greece. Ireland. Spain England. ANYWHERE.
  • I don’t know what to pack: This is a dilemma. If you think planning a wedding is hard, trying doing that and then packing for a honeymoon where you don’t know the location. YEAH, HELLO SUITCASE ANXIETY

However, he did recently gift me this beautiful Brooks Brothers dress (find it here) and said it was specifically for the trip:

I should probably buy this purse..... don't you think?

I should probably buy this purse….. don’t you think?

I can’t wait to wear it! I also think I should pack this hat, pictured below:

I am the perfect tourist.

I am the perfect tourist.

KIDDING. I only wear that hat to super formal events that involve exotic cheeses and disturbing levels of various peanut butters. In other words, never.

I am contemplating about bringing an almost completely EMPTY suitcase and then I will just HAVE TO SHOP on the honeymoon for outfits. But if Mr. Speedy planned a honeymoon in like rural Antarctica, well, I am not sure how much shopping I will be able to do. So this might not be the smartest plan.

So, let me ask-

What are your favorite items (clothing, type of shoes, etc.) to take on a trip?

What would you bring on a vacation that is a surprise?

Things I am for sure bringing: camera, books, clean underwear, lingerie, my favorite jeans, and my husband.

(I’m not really packing that last item, I just wanted to use the word husband).

Sincerely,

Slightly-Anxiety-Filled-But-Very-Excited-For-The-Surprise-Honeymoon Lily

P.S. He could have really planned a trip to rural Antarctica and I would be happy as a clam. As long as Mr. Speedy is beside me for the entire trip and I have access to wine and a crackling fireplace,  I am totally fine with going anywhere with him. 

P.S.S. But really, I hope we aren’t going to rural Antarctica. 

Ten Things (actually, eleven)

Art deco bride.

Art deco bride.

1. I had my second dress fitting while simultaneously getting my you-know-what.

Dear Period- Hi. I am so glad you visited because a) I officially will not be a pregnant bride, something that I have had nightmares about and b) you will not be around during my wedding day or honeymoon week. BUT SERIOUSLY. WHY MUST YOU VISIT ME WHEN I HAVE TO PUT ON MY DRESS IN FRONT OF STRANGERS AND BE POKED WITH SEWING NEEDLES. YOU ARE RUTHLESS. YOU ARE INCONSIDERATE.

Have you no mercy?

2. I painted my nails a deep red wine color, a possible choice for the wedding.

When I asked Mr. Speedy what he thought, his exact response was “Isn’t that a little drab and dark for a wedding?”

Obviously, he does not understand my vintage look.

3. Velcro wallets = never a good thing.

No.

No.

Recently, my girlfriend went on a few dates with a guy and he had a Velcro wallet. Let me just throw this out there- men, do not ever own a Velcro wallet if you are above the age of 18. I cringe at the thought of having a date offer to pay, pull out his wallet, and then hearing that crrrrrrink of Velcro being pulled apart.

Obviously, she is not dating him anymore.

4. Mr. Speedy was stretching the other day, and flexed his arms over his head and I about fell out of my chair.

With the wedding so close and so much to do, I haven’t had time to stare and drool and study Mr. Speedy to the sickening level of devotion and obsession that I normally do. I caught a glimpse of his arms and got all the breath knocked out of me.

“Wow,” I exclaimed. “Your arms…. have you been working out more?”
“No, they are the same.”
“No, I am pretty sure your muscles are currently occupying more space and taking over my brain.”

He did not respond.

I truly appreciate how he puts up with my clingy-creepy stares.
Thank you, Mr. Speedy, for accepting this as a way of life.

5. Speaking of muscles, these legs are my favorite.

Mhhmmmm these legs.

Mhhmmmm these legs.

6. I have been awkwardly crying and proclaiming to strangers that I am changing my last name soon.

I have been having a lot of word-vomit moments lately where I just spew out random things to random people that probably could care less. I have also been getting teary-eyed while doing things that involve my last name. And by things, I mean like signing my bill.

For example, whenever I get to sign my bill or someone uses my last name, I have been saying things like this:

“Soon, I will not be signing this last name ever again.”
“Oh gosh… so soon it will be gone.” TEARS.
“I will not have this name much longer.” TEARS.
“I need to practice signing my new last name.”
“I am sorry, I am a little emotional about this name.” TEARS.

7. Oh gosh, my last name. Goodbye. Goodbye tiny Lily who sat in buckets. I might be crying right now. 

I really am quite the worker. Promise.

I really am quite the worker. Promise.

8. I think I am going to drink an entire bottle of this Sleep mist.

Buy this for anyone, they are sure to love it. Who doesn't like to relax and sleep???

Buy this for anyone, they are sure to love it. Who doesn’t like to relax and sleep???

Surely, this will cause me to sleep better and calm down.

9. Please remind me to not drink bottles that have the word sleep on them. 

10. My Pirate Father has a speech to write.

When I asked my father if he was preparing for his speech at the wedding, his response was –

“What speech? Do people even do that anymore?”

Fathers are really funny sometimes. They like to joke at you when you are full of tension and stress.

11. This picture really calms me down. And makes me feel gooey and happy and completely content.

Just engaged.

Just engaged.

I am just going to stare at this picture for the next two weeks.

Sincerely,

Lily

Reasons to have Children in the Wedding Party

Mr. Speedy’s two nieces will be flower girls and his nephew will be a ring bearer in our wedding.

Originally, we were not planning on having children involved but there are many reasons why having tiny tots is a good idea.

I have to thank my Mother for being the one that really swayed my opinion (I SECRETLY THINK SHE WANTS GRANDBABIES SOONER THAN SHE LETS ON) and I have to thank Mr. Speedy’s sister, the Jazzercise-Hair-Dresser-Awesome mother, who graciously is loaning her children to me.

A few may argue against having children involved, for these reasons:

  • They might flip-out during their role: You know what? That is okay because I just might puke, faint, and have a melt down at some point too. Let’s all flip-out!
  • Children are annoying: You are annoying. Not getting my hair to stay in place is annoying. Life can be annoying, get over it.
  • Costs: Buying their outfits and/or accessories might involve additional budgeting, but luckily children’s clothes are WAY cheaper than adults.
  • Adult-only Reception: The only kids at our reception will be these little ones. That might open up hurt feelings towards other people that want to bring their kids…. but sorry. I can only give out so many plates of chicken fingers and these kids will be like mini-celebrities at our wedding, so they deserve it.

But, I think the reasons to have children greatly out-weigh the above list.

REASONS TO HAVE CHILDREN IN YOUR WEDDING PARTY

1. They take really funny pictures:

Holiday card from a few years back…. I just think it is perfect-

Ahhhhhhahahha!

Ahhhhhhahahha!

Here is a more recent picture, taken as they started their long car ride from Nebraska to Michigan to visit us:

I just LOVE Ryker's popping-eyeballs.

I just LOVE Ryker’s popping-eyeballs.

Aren’t they just the cutest?

2. Children are a reminder of the simple things in life – they don’t get stressed or worried or concerned with little things. Weddings are very formal and generally, involve a lot of hustle and bustle for adults. But if we think like a kid, all the stress kind of evaporates.

3. They are cute. Can we just take a moment to appreciate this preview of tiny Lillyan in her flower girl outfit? Thank you.

Modeling her Gatsby hairpiece, glitz pearls, and flowergirl dress!

Modeling her Gatsby hairpiece, glitz pearls, and flowergirl dress!

4. They help symbolize that a wedding is about family and the future. Mr. Speedy and I are forming our own, brand spankin’ new family together. One day, hopefully, that will involve children. Getting married is the first step.

5. They allow you to involve and honor family members of the children (such as the parents, grandparents, etc.) This is an epic meeting of people- Mr. Speedy’s family will be there, my family, so let’s honor everyone and show off the youngest members of the family.

6. They do unpredictable, adorable things that make you smile.

7. Excellent dancers. All social events that I have been to that have music and children, the children really get out there and dance. Yes, their dance moves just might be twirling and running in a serpentine fashion, but they are out there at least. Many adults do not take a step near the dance floor. You gotta love kids for getting out there and busting some moves.

8. They will eat the cake. Kids will eat the cake. No regrets. No excuses. Many adults will say no to cake or complain if it is not perfect. Not a kid- they see cake, they eat it, and they move on with their day.

9. They are the closest kids to us. I don’t mean that in a literal geographic way, but in a family way – these three little tots are our only nieces and nephews.

10. Did I mention the cute-factor? I have a theory- children actually look far cuter in adult clothes, rather than adults. Seriously.

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Getting married is exciting because not only do I gain a wonderful husband-love-of-my-life-man-partner…. and parents, sisters, a brother… but also I become an AUNT to these little mini-balls of fun. I am so exciting to be a REAL aunt. I am excited that they will have a little memory of when their Uncle in Michigan got married to their Aunt Lily and how there was cake, dancing, and feathers.

And I am excited for one day, having children so these kids will have some cousins to play with and see at holidays.

Sincerely,

Lily

Valentine, You Make Me Laugh

Happy Valentine’s Day!

This is very true.

This is very true.

More importantly…. happy Friday and helloooooo weekend!

I’ll keep this short and sweet.

Last night, I prepped myself for date night tonight- this included shaving my legs (pretty big deal).

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Mr. Speedy and I are planning on having a dinner in (he is cooking the meal). I love it when he cooks and I love dates in. You can really capitalize on being in the privacy of your own home and a)make-out all the time b) have instant bathroom access- no waiting in line at the women’s stalls and c) you don’t need to wear pants. What is better than not wearing pants??

I am going to keep it classy though and will probably end up wearing this new top I got awhile go and who knows what else. Maybe I just will wear a sundress and pretend if is summer since we are staying in our toasty home?

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So true.

I hope you all have a wonderful day, my dear friends.

And if for some reason you are getting picked up somewhere by someone, I hope you don’t get left behind.

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This has been making me laugh for weeks. Poor Carl.

May all your hopes and dreams come true !

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Sincerely,

Lily who-gets-to-be-with-her-dream-guy-tonight-and-has-smooth-legs-and-just-might-not-wear-pants-to-dinner

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