thoughts on a Monday morning

It was a splendid and busy weekend.  One of those weekends where you have a lot of extra work related events to go to---which is a little soul sucking---but the extra wonderful weather made it up to me.  

AND

I had my first wedding dress fitting.  On Friday I rushed to the shop after work to pick up my dress and then drove home going 25 mph with my precious cargo.  I kept catching myself glancing into the rear view mirror thinking "Oh my gosh.  I have my wedding dress in the back seat of my car".  It was one of those moments where you feel like life is really happening.  (which, of course it is happening....this was a slow motion movie moment though & maybe got me a little teary and then this song came on the radio and I sang it as loud as I could in a grammy winning performance.  It was movie soundtrack perfect)

I scooped up my girl P on Saturday morning and off we went to the seamstress.  She was nothing like my worst nightmare imagined.  She was so sweet, loved my dress, and said all of the right things.  We then celebrated this alteration success at chik-fil-a for breakfast.  It was quite scrumptious and the people that work there are just so darn friendly and nice.  

The rest of the weekend was a blur of sunshine and friends (& rainbows?  what did I take this morning)

Andrew spent the weekend working on the fields.  I am so proud of him.  He is going all organic this year in the fields & gardens.  Chemical free.  But that also means that hours are dedicated to weeding.   

 I was bored at the house and decided to come down to the field to supervise/complain about being lonely.  

Small children, cover your eyes.  A vampire with hippy shoes is on the loose.  

I have given up on trying to be a bronze goddess in this life.  Maybe the next one.  For now, it is SPF 70 baby all the way.  Keeping my freckles in check.  My version of a tan will slowly take effect in the upcoming months (while andrew already has a deep farmers tan from just a few days.  Let's hope the kiddos get his mountain skin and not my Irish genes).  AH, there are worse things in life---try telling that to my 15 year old self.  I thought it was one of lifes great tragedy's that I could not get tan like my friends.  The pain, the hurt, the sadness in it all.  *Sigh*   

 

I hope you have a great day!  Here are some pretty pictures of Andrew's mom's famous rose bushes!  Comin' right atcha.