3 posts tagged “happy”
Ugh, it's horrible when you
have a long entry typed up and then you lose it. It's also not how I
want to preface this post at all, so I'll cut the whining.
It's done, Lara's been made an honest woman of, and I've never been closer to romantic sentiment at a wedding. Maybe because she's one of my closest friends, and because I so didn't see her getting married so soon. Maybe it's because it's like watching myself get married, a little bit... when did she get so far ahead of me in sureness? She's always the last to believe something and the most likely to scoff at nonsense.
But anyways, who cares what I think, at least until I've delivered the visuals? I'll verbal-cry later.
Here's Lara's venue, shot by Sarah Harbuck:
I only took a few pics... and uploaded even less. Here are a few I liked:
I
met Kristyn @ EXCEL 20, where I found out she was best friends with
this girl I knew from an email loop way back in 1998... who ended up
being Lara. Haha, small world. Anyways, she's gorgeous as always. <3
She's also incredibly sentimental. Haha! See below.
It's the daddy-daughter dance...
Here is the gorgeous official photographerSara Jane photographing the chic-est bride ever.
Very much a Lara shot.
These were taken by Oliver... I'm sure he'll upload more pics tomorrow.
We
bridesmaids were bored and wanted to see the fun, so we were staring
out the window at the guests, much like girls in Afghanistan must feel,
poor things. Then of course we hammed it up...
Maid
of honor and I... "Lara's Asians." Our flowers are so droopy, it IS
almost laughably funny. It's like they just finished puking out their
guts, literally - you can see the stamens. We're standing on the edge
of the bridge railings with our heels hanging off to rest our aching
feet for a moment. Unfortunately, we forgot to dunk our bare feet in
the creek afterward.
Sigh, just one year ago we were here...
...celebrating
Lara's 21st in Austin with nary a thought of marriage to come.
Seriously. Did she even know Kevin yet then? Man, does time fly.
Here's my refashioned outfit.
I ended up having to take the belt apart and using it for straps
because the strapless was STILL too big. I dun have enough to keep it
up, if ya know what I mean! Stupid size 6.
Kristyn
did my hair up for me... I liked it a lot. :) She made my gross
unwashed hair look nice. (Why was it gross? Well, I was out downtown
with friends until 5 a.m. the night before, and it was AWESOME. And
I've always heard unwashed hair "sets" better anyways... it wasn't
really gross, I guess, just a day old)
Shot courtesy of Sarah Harbuck.
Now I'm gonna leech off of Sarah Harbuck, since I barely got there in time to dress and get in the pictures. Incidentally, Lara had more photographers in her wedding party than anyone else I know so far! I love how everyone shot Canon. :D
I missed all the makeup and whatnot, so if you wanna know what happened, your guess is as good as mine. Look at Sarah's documentation for a better idea. I can't wait to see Sara Jane's shots - they're gonna be amazing!
Thanks
for this pic, Sarah... Oliver left his dress shoes at my apartment when
he picked me up, so this is what he has in this picture:
Sarah
was too kind when she said "He's the only guy I know who could actually
pull that off," because I disagree. :D It's OK; he provided lots of
laughs for me.
I got to take a pic for the Harbucks! Cute family.
This shot is just awesome. Check out Lara's face!!
Lest you think there were no good shots...
My favorite shot with the bride... OK, one of my very few as well... but I love it. Thank you, Oliver.
Man,
I'm gonna miss my girlie... at least this is one married girl who I
know is never gonna change. Right now, that's incredibly comforting. :)
I really liked:
It's done, Lara's been made an honest woman of, and I've never been closer to romantic sentiment at a wedding. Maybe because she's one of my closest friends, and because I so didn't see her getting married so soon. Maybe it's because it's like watching myself get married, a little bit... when did she get so far ahead of me in sureness? She's always the last to believe something and the most likely to scoff at nonsense.
But anyways, who cares what I think, at least until I've delivered the visuals? I'll verbal-cry later.
Here's Lara's venue, shot by Sarah Harbuck:
I only took a few pics... and uploaded even less. Here are a few I liked:
These were taken by Oliver... I'm sure he'll upload more pics tomorrow.
Now I'm gonna leech off of Sarah Harbuck, since I barely got there in time to dress and get in the pictures. Incidentally, Lara had more photographers in her wedding party than anyone else I know so far! I love how everyone shot Canon. :D
I missed all the makeup and whatnot, so if you wanna know what happened, your guess is as good as mine. Look at Sarah's documentation for a better idea. I can't wait to see Sara Jane's shots - they're gonna be amazing!
- Black pinstripe shirt: check
- Canon 5D: check
- Black belt: check
- Black slacks: check
- Black socks: oh noes
- Black shoes: oh noes
- Navy Vans fobby flipflops: check check check!
- Bare hairy long toes: check check check!
This shot is just awesome. Check out Lara's face!!
My favorite shot with the bride... OK, one of my very few as well... but I love it. Thank you, Oliver.
I really liked:
- her guy (I met him an hour before the ceremony! Good impressions, for sure)
- her makeup
- the venue
- the lighting
- the weather wasn't too bad, all things considered
- her jewelry
- her hair
- the cake
- the game they played
- the music was awesome
- the guests
- the
LACK OF UNITY CANDLES WHOOOOOOOOO! That's gotta be the gayest tradition
ever, no offense to anyone who loved them or had them or whatever. And
it makes so much MORE sense for the mom and dad to walk down the aisle
together. Tradition be screwed. I'll make my own, thank you very much.
- her giggles during the ceremony
- how she did NOT cry... thank goodness
- meeting her best friends and seeing how we're all cynical snarky females who mock Lara's choice of hot pink for a bridesmaid dress yet happily wear it for her
- subcategory: finding out how very much Deanna Isenberg SOUNDS like Lara ("I know, right?!") and laughs like her; too funny
- the mosquitoes
- the gravel in my shoes
- standing on a steep little slope into a drain in high heels during the ceremony
- walking out first not quite knowing where to go or what to do since I couldn't make it to the rehearsal
- the humidity
- you know, not too much else sucked
calmer than the sky
far away so blue
land of living God
grant your peace on earth
we can feel you move
and cannot stay the same
the winds are blowing strong
God of heaven come
breathe peace
breathe your peace on us
so we might breathe you deep
breathe peace
breathe your peace on us
land of the living God
if we are in the way
move us to the side
God forgive our wrongs
rest your hands on us
all the world is yours
let us not forget
it was you who bore the cross
God of comfort breathe
This song is really calming for me, and so is O, so... it seems to fit this general post. :D
Of course no relationship's perfect, and even though I may have subconsciously expected it last time, I try to be realistic this time around because it's stupid to be that naive. I take ups and downs much less viscerally and they have ceased to mean the end of the world has occurred. Life goes on, one must get up in the morning, and most importantly, one must not indulge in bawling or else one will have puffy eyes.
But sometimes good things happen, and you get that warm fuzzy feeling that something's right somewhere in the world because you're content. It happens for me fairly often on Sunday evenings sitting next to him in church. I like it, not just because it's a soothing emotion but because I know it's because at the end of the week, despite our differences, we share the same core. Maybe I think we should go left and he thinks we should go right, I want to do this and he wants to do that. But we both want most to do what God wants us to do, and I like going to church with him because it reminds me once a week of how important that is in our relationship. :) It kind of seems like when I'm sitting there, things that frustrate me seem to matter less. It seems a little sacreligious to bring my annoyances there. What matters is that we're both there to come closer to God. And it seems that's how it should be.
It's fun to be a little whiny on Sunday afternoons and say I don't want to get up from my nap and go to church, 'cuz it's nice to have someone around who will push me to do what's right even when I don't want to. Haha, I find my fun in strange ways. It's fun to drive up north and talk on the way to one of his Web site meetings. It's fun to cut mats for the art auction together. It's fun to compare our big plans for saving the world. It's fun to talk seriously about things we can do to make the neighborhoods we live in a better place.
It's good to know that even if things don't work out for us, we really will have helped each other grow closer to God. It's good to know I have a friend who will "walk a bit" with me. Thank you.
And that's a rare bit of sappy/spiritual from me.
Photographers never have pictures together, so these are courtesy of mostly Olivia and spring break. :]
Of course no relationship's perfect, and even though I may have subconsciously expected it last time, I try to be realistic this time around because it's stupid to be that naive. I take ups and downs much less viscerally and they have ceased to mean the end of the world has occurred. Life goes on, one must get up in the morning, and most importantly, one must not indulge in bawling or else one will have puffy eyes.
But sometimes good things happen, and you get that warm fuzzy feeling that something's right somewhere in the world because you're content. It happens for me fairly often on Sunday evenings sitting next to him in church. I like it, not just because it's a soothing emotion but because I know it's because at the end of the week, despite our differences, we share the same core. Maybe I think we should go left and he thinks we should go right, I want to do this and he wants to do that. But we both want most to do what God wants us to do, and I like going to church with him because it reminds me once a week of how important that is in our relationship. :) It kind of seems like when I'm sitting there, things that frustrate me seem to matter less. It seems a little sacreligious to bring my annoyances there. What matters is that we're both there to come closer to God. And it seems that's how it should be.
It's fun to be a little whiny on Sunday afternoons and say I don't want to get up from my nap and go to church, 'cuz it's nice to have someone around who will push me to do what's right even when I don't want to. Haha, I find my fun in strange ways. It's fun to drive up north and talk on the way to one of his Web site meetings. It's fun to cut mats for the art auction together. It's fun to compare our big plans for saving the world. It's fun to talk seriously about things we can do to make the neighborhoods we live in a better place.
It's good to know that even if things don't work out for us, we really will have helped each other grow closer to God. It's good to know I have a friend who will "walk a bit" with me. Thank you.
And that's a rare bit of sappy/spiritual from me.
Photographers never have pictures together, so these are courtesy of mostly Olivia and spring break. :]
Oliver had to work late again, so I resigned myself to an evening of nothing. Around 9:30 I realized I'd be a cranky loner so I asked Olivia to come pick me up. I ordered some food at Din Ho and was supposed to be able to pick it up by the time we got there, but I had to wait about 5-10 minutes for their credit card machine to finish... something... because I didn't have enough casssshh.
I got my food. I ran out to Olivia to apologize for the wait. Out of the corner of my eye I see a silver Mazda with a happy octopus hanging from the rearview mirror. I see a boy in a black jacket getting out of the car.
10 seconds for a quick hug made me grin for a long time. :D
