A Great Day for a White Wedding

We made it to and through the wedding this weekend for my sweet friend, Kylene. She and I were college roommates for two years, and I felt quite honored when she asked me to be the Matron of Honor for her big day. Of course, when she asked me, I had not yet gotten the memo that there was a baby growing inside of me. When I found out our joyous news, I had to tell my two bridal friends at the time that I was expecting. It's hard to know how to share your joy over being pregnant while also feeling apologetic to the brides that you are causing added stress to their wedding days by saying, "Sooooo, the good news is, I'm pregnant! The bad news is, I will be almost 37 weeks at your wedding." (It was about 15 weeks at my friend Alison's, so that didn't pose too much of a wardrobe malfunction).

Both brides handled my news with excitement and grace, and I wouldn't have blamed them a bit if at least once they had the fleeting thought of I can't believe I have to deal with this on top of everything else. It's a good thing they both love me.

Poor Kylene, on top of any normal wedding stress, she also had the joy of a snowstorm sweeping through on the day of her rehearsal. We made the two-hour drive to our destination, as did all the rest of the wedding party. But whoo doggies, did it snow that day. Luckily, her wedding day turned out to be this beautiful sunny/snowy day that made for some perfect photo ops.

My friend Hilary who took our family photos back in November did the wedding photography, and I am waiting with great anticipation (HILARY) to see the pictures. Because this girl can take wedding pictures like you wouldn't believe. And she sees beauty in the littlest things like a flower girls Mary Janes or the sunlight streaming through a stained-glass window. Or a snowball fight, which is what the groomsmen got to do after the ceremony. I promise to post some of those pretty things as soon as they are ready (HILARY). Poor girl, we are a demanding bunch.

But for now, here is a picture of my just-shy-of-37-week-pregnant self in my bridesmaid dress, taken with Paul's cell phone. Not nearly the same quality of what is to come, but here it is. And for the record, I loved my dress and it was crazy comfortable. Which is why I am currently wearing it as I sit on my couch typing a blog. Only kidding (as far as you know).