Monday, August 23, 2010


I'm grateful for my life. I'm a pretty lucky girl. I've got parents that raised me right. At least I think so, and I'm pretty sure Will agrees with me. Or else, he'd be sleeping on the couch every night. Nah nah, just playing. I've got wonderful parent in-laws that are great examples and raised such a great man, that I love. I love my siblings, all of them. We are all so very different in our own ways. It makes life that much more interesting. Like I mentioned, I was blessed with a husband that makes me smile every day. He is thoughtful, sweet, Hi-LAR-EEEE-US (makes me laugh every time I'm with him), always wants to be happy and make everyone around him happy, and he wants nothing more than to do what is right. I'm getting all cheesy, but I feel the need, the need for speeed, ok ok, not speed, but the need to express how happy I am. I swear I'm not on any drugs or anything. I'm just getting enough sleep, eating right, and that could possibly be the reason for all the happiness-talk in this post. As ya'll know my brother got hitched this weekend. It was a beautiful day. I love Jeremy and Sarah together. They are the best of friends, thats a good start to their journey together.

Let me tell ya, for each of my siblings weddings Ive had bad luck. Chris's wedding, I was 9 years old...I was too young to do anything or remember anything. Therefore, not a grand ole time. I mean, it was an awesome wedding, but you a kid, weddings aren't your cup of tea. Mike's wedding, I was 12 years old...I started my p-dawg. That's the day I became a woman. Bad timing womanhood. Sheesh. Jordan's wedding, I was 12 years old (My bro's weddings were a week apart---my poor poor mother) Our dresses were made from scratch and yes, my dress did rip at the reception in front of everyone. The attention suddenly shifted from Jordan and Marie, to my little nudie of a body. And last but not least, Lindsay's wedding, I was maybe 14 or 15...the night before her big day, I had been attacked my mosquitos. I don't just get a little itchy when theses bugs bite. I explode. I turn into a marshmallow. Get this, I had just gotten over pneumonia and I had about 30 massive infected mosquito bites all over my body...PLUS I mayor may not have been overdosing on Benedryl. This was the worst experience of my life. I don't even remember being at Lindsay's wedding, it's all a blur. I saw pictures for each of these weddings, they were all amazing. I just don't remember them too well because I was preoccupied each time. It will be cool when we're in heaven to re-play the video for each wedding.

I'm grateful my wedding and Jeremy's wedding was such a blast. It's always a good time seeing family and friends. This weekend just gave me a burst of appreciation for my life and the future that awaits us. I hope you all are having a great Monday and every day this week gets better!

1 comment:

Julie said...

Hehehe, oh Marci! This post made me happy.