Don’t marry a man unless you would be proud to have a son just like him.
(Source: hopelessromanticelephant, via alwaystalkinaboutchangin)
I wanna marry a man just like my grandpa
Everyone always says they wanna marry a guy just like their daddy and, don’t get me wrong, I love my daddy, but my grandpa is the sweetest, kindest, best man I’ve ever met. He grew up one street down from my grandma, they met when they were like 10, and he’s been waiting on her hand and foot ever since. Then, when she was 17, he accidentally knocked her up, and he was 100% a gentleman about it. He told her that he knew he was gonna marry her since they met and now they just get to start sooner and proposed. Now, they’re old and she’s completely 100% bat shit crazy and he still loves her and does anything she ever asks ever (seriously) and is still happy and sweet. I’ve only ever seen him mad once in 18 years of life. Granted, it was scary as shit, but once is a good streak. He has so much patience and all he wants is to make everyone happy. He even curls my grandma’s hair in the back because she can’t reach. He’s been doing it since the 80’s! If I can find a man who will curl my hair for me, I’ll be set for life.
Wedding Weekend!
So this weekend we did a ton of wedding party stuff.
We officially picked the wedding colors: aqua and deep purple.
We found my big sissy’s wedding dress.
Haha ignore the forced, uncomfortable look on her face. It was a long day. But we finally found it and we got a bejeweled veil for her too. It looks amazing!
And lastly we chose my bridesmaids dress!
I’m gonna hem it a little so it’ll be closer to the knees but you get the idea.
Awww yeahh! Wedding time!
The moment he sees her
I simply adore weddings. Everything about them (except maybe some of the people sometimes but that’s neither here nor there). The flowers, the dresses, the lights, the decorations, the venues- they are always so beautiful. But, my favorite part is the look- the first time a guy ever sees his soon-to-be bride. That look of pure joy and excitement and nervousness and total awe over her is one of the best things in the world.
And if he tears up, my heart just melts. That’s how I want my husband to feel. I want him to see me and get that lump in his throat and feel like his heart is going to pound through his chest. Which is also why I’m pretty sure I’m gonna refuse taking group pictures until after the ceremony. Traditionally the groom was not supposed to see the bride until the moment she came down the aisle but nowadays they take the two of them and give them a separate, private viewing of each other and then go take pictures. But I think I want the surprise, even if it takes more to take the pictures afterwards. One thing I know for sure is that I want a picture of his face when he sees me because I have a feeling its going to be one of my favorites because, I mean, come on, look at this…
How can you resist this?
