It's been a crazy month. Probably the most hectic month I've experienced in years. I have a lot of backlogged blogging to do, so that's a thing.
We received our sneak peek of our wedding photos while we were on our honeymoon. Those details are coming.
I want to post these.
I'm going to be honest, I took screen captures of them. We don't receive the actual copies until Sunday (eee!). I've left the watermark on all of them, except the ones that are from collages. I want Elevate Photography to get every ounce of credit they deserve, because Ryan and Allie and Tyler were fucking AMAZING.
From left to right: Kati, Amber, me, Stevie, and Syb. I am so fucking excited to see the one on one pictures of all of us. You bet your ass I'll be posting those up when I get them, too. Sorry. Just kidding, I'm not.
My handsome daddy. If anybody else has a better daddy, they're wrong. I love my daddy, and I know what a struggle my wedding day was for him. But that's a story for another day.
My husband makes me happy. If that isn't obvious as fuck, that's why I'm telling you.
Who is that? Oh, nobody, just my god damn husband. My hot as fuck husband. Look at that fucking jawline. God damn.
This picture is so much cooler when I don't fuck it up when I rip it off the internet instead of waiting for my copies.
I loved my flowers. I loved everything about that day. Especially all of the drinking! Of which I did a lot of.
I wish I could say this was the first drink I'd had that day. This was immediately after the ceremony. And it was probably my sixth drink. Of the hour.
This is one of my very favorite photos. We look like superheroes. There are the palettes I spoke of in my last post, and they are wobbly. Wobbly as untethered balls. But this shot, and the others that followed, were so worth it.
Never anywhere without my resting bitch face! Even my own wedding. Where I said "shit" after delivering my vows, and also said "I guess" instead of "I do". What the fuck.
This picture, from far away, makes it look like I have black eyes and no teeth. But it's Derek's favorite photo.
A small moment to ourselves before the craziness started. A beautiful moment. God damn, it was an amazing day.
My son. What a silly, wonderful ham. It's been so hard to be away from him. I'm counting down the days until I see him again. Only nine!
"Are we married?" "We're fucking married!" Best conversation to walk down the aisle to after getting hitched.
Our rings. Ryan grabbed a fantastic picture of them.
We'll see the other pictures either Sunday, or a few days after. I think Ryan said he's out of town, so we may have to wait.
It took me too long to grab these photos, and I can't do the preface to eight hundred updates that I'd like.
Derek and I are going to San Antonio tomorrow to spend the day, provided the weather isn't bullshit.
I have to wake up in five hours. Fuck. I'm exhausted. But Derek is home after being away for a week, leaving me in Texas all alone. With nothing to do. No internet. No nothing. But more on that later.
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