It is the night before my wedding.
There is no more planning, no more crafting, no more no mores, we are all done with that it's the real deal. I am exhausted. I have had goofy dreams about not having enough food, about getting roasted by a spit, and about people being angry at me for having to move tables. I almost had a mental break down today, but was saved by my big sisters, my mother, and some truly amazing friends, not to mention my Beloved, who knows that sometimes, I freak out, but in the end, I will be ok. I repainted my nails, drove all over creation, made my mother sob, and my Daddy shed a tear or two, and it's not even the real deal people.
I am Blessed. I will never forget the way that people rallied around me to help me get things done, the joy on their faces to help me organize tables and the friends who showed up to help even when they didn't need to.
I will miss being my Daddy's girl, the oldest one who lives at home in the basement, and I will miss randomly stopping to talk to my Mommy. It is bittersweet, all of this, but so amazing, because when I walk down the aisle tomorrow, I'll be walking towards the most amazing man that I have ever met and who I love so very much.
So I say goodnight, for the last time, as Madalynn Ruth Carrigan, because the next time I write to you all, I will be Madalynn Ruth Jaques.
I have never been so excited in all my life. :)
Friday, February 22, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Bare Walls, Big Changes
I love pictures. Not only do I love to take them, but I love to hang them. I love having people's faces all over my walls and on my mirrors and behind my door, all over. To be surrounded by faces of people that you love, what more could you need? So if you walked into my room right now you would wonder, where are all her pictures?
My walls are bare, for the first time in about four years, there is nothing on the walls of this room except for the dry erase calender that I just haven't taken down yet. There are no pictures, no artwork, no crafts from summers past. If you looked into my closet, you'd see even less. There is no abundance of clothing, there is a basket of shoes, a yellow traffic cone (don't ask to many questions), and a fan I bought this summer at camp when it was hot as all get out!
I'm moving out.
That through struck me this morning when my little sister (God Bless her heart) stood awkwardly at the door and told me, "Maddie it's snowing, but the sun is shining"...she seems to think that my groggy self cares about the weather (i don't...at all). But it's the fact that soon, I'll be living in a house with my husband. And it will be quiet. There won't be a little brother playing video games outside my door, there won't be dogs that I hate with a violent passion upstairs, there won't be Dad who gets grumpy about throwing toilet paper down the stairs, there will be quietness. Solitude, even though I'll be living with another human being.
I'm moving out.
My walls are bare.
And you know what?
It's just plain weird. :)
My walls are bare, for the first time in about four years, there is nothing on the walls of this room except for the dry erase calender that I just haven't taken down yet. There are no pictures, no artwork, no crafts from summers past. If you looked into my closet, you'd see even less. There is no abundance of clothing, there is a basket of shoes, a yellow traffic cone (don't ask to many questions), and a fan I bought this summer at camp when it was hot as all get out!
I'm moving out.
That through struck me this morning when my little sister (God Bless her heart) stood awkwardly at the door and told me, "Maddie it's snowing, but the sun is shining"...she seems to think that my groggy self cares about the weather (i don't...at all). But it's the fact that soon, I'll be living in a house with my husband. And it will be quiet. There won't be a little brother playing video games outside my door, there won't be dogs that I hate with a violent passion upstairs, there won't be Dad who gets grumpy about throwing toilet paper down the stairs, there will be quietness. Solitude, even though I'll be living with another human being.
I'm moving out.
My walls are bare.
And you know what?
It's just plain weird. :)
Thursday, February 14, 2013
February 14th.
I know I'm getting marred in a week, I know that Valentine's Day is cheesy and goofy and Love should be expressed every day of every week of every month of every year.
I also don't mind taking a little time out of the day to make my Beloved feel special, and he did the same.
I've never had a real valentine's day, not really. I never had a boyfriend in high school, and last year my poor man has strep throat. We had Burger King and watched Tangled. It was a good day, but I love Romance.
And today, I was romanced. And I won't lie to you, I feel precious and worth while and gorgeous, and adorable, and priceless.
That's all I got tonight, here, have some pictures of what He did for me. :)
I also don't mind taking a little time out of the day to make my Beloved feel special, and he did the same.
I've never had a real valentine's day, not really. I never had a boyfriend in high school, and last year my poor man has strep throat. We had Burger King and watched Tangled. It was a good day, but I love Romance.
And today, I was romanced. And I won't lie to you, I feel precious and worth while and gorgeous, and adorable, and priceless.
That's all I got tonight, here, have some pictures of what He did for me. :)
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| He made me dinner, and ate in our living room. |
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| I love the Daisy's he bought me. |
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| There were candles all over the place. |
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| The sun set and dinner was hot and it was wonderful |
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| HE MADE S'MORE BROWNIES FOR ME! |
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Something Old, New, Borrowed, and Blue!
So this month got a little bit crazy. (No kidding you might say, considering I'm getting married NEXT WEEK!? WHAT!? WHO KNEW!?) But I'm still trying hard not to neglect this little blog of mine. I've been waiting for something that I really REALLY wanted to write about though. And you know what? Tonight I found it!
I'm still trying to write about this whole getting married process, still as a way to remember all the things that are going on right now and all the feels that I have. Yes, I said feels. You must deal with this. This month has been full of feels. Good ones and bad ones and angry ones and for the first week of the month, stressed ones. It's gotten better. This week I realized I'm getting married at the end of next week and got stupidly excited. There is no other way to say that. :)
As every good bride knows, there's a rhyme that one must adhere to. Some brides might not, but those silly traditions are things that I love. And I'm excited about all my things so I figured I'd tell you about each thing and the why of each thing. Let's start!
Something Old
My Mom's Mom, my Mawmaw won't be at my wedding. At first, because I am, as we all are, a selfish human being, upset about this. I wanted them so badly to make a way to get to my wedding. I love my Mawmaw and Pappaw. I love them very much and very deeply, and it feels like to long since I have seen them. So I decided tonight, that in honor of one of the most amazing woman I know, that I wear earrings that she gave to me. Opal earrings that will fit into the second holes in my ears. My something old. A tribute, however small, to someone who means so much to me.
Something New
My dress! Duh! Let me tell you something, when they tell you that the dress chooses the bride and that when you know, you know, it's the truth! My dress was the second one I tried on, and we all knew! We you might ask? My Momma, my two big sisters (sister-in-law really, but I love them to much for them to be in-laws) and a what, five day old baby? That's right! My five day old niece helped me pick out my wedding dress! I can't wait to tell baby Izzie that she was there when I found that dress! We found it in Tennessee when we were there to meet that new little girl. My ring was still brand new, we hadn't set a date yet, and we had to send my Daddy a picture of me in my dress through a pic text. He was so wonderful. I think what really made that day so special was my Daddy's support, and the look on my Momma's face when he told her I could get it. Every girl deserves to feel like a Princess on her wedding day. I never thought I wanted that so much until that silly dress. Every time I see it, and wear it, or think about it, I think about my Daddy. How much he loves me. How much I'll miss him...even though I'll be down the street. That dress is more like a symbol of love form my Family, so it means so much more to me.
Something Borrowed
This one took a while. Tonight I sat at the kitchen table with my mom and little sisters, talking about wedding things. I had my computer upstairs and we were listening to songs for the Reception. My little sister Evie was doing my hair, because she IS doing my hair the day of my wedding. (Apparently I haven't been around to let her play and that was stressing her out! Poor girl!) After we finally figured it out, and I'm trying my dress on, and we're talking about this, I ask them if any of them have a simple cross necklace. Evie pips up and says, "I do!" So my something borrowed is from my little sister! I love it! I love that so many things in my wedding are from people that I love. And that little necklace looks like it was made just for me to wear. :)
Something Blue
Super excited about this one! My shoes are my something blue! While wandering around Target a few months ago I saw these wonderful slippers that looked like moccasins, they were warm and fuzzy and had sequins! I exclaimed, "Babe! Those are my wedding shoes!" So many women wear those simple white slippers on their wedding, so why shouldn't I wear my blue ones!? And if you know me, you know I don't even LIKE shoes, not really, and I have like three pair of slippers that I wear all over the place. I should really stop that...:)
Also, just so everyone can know and be proud, I haven't bitten my nails at all.this month. Not even ONCE. (I'm a nail biter, be PROUD!)
I'll try to pretend that I'll write more before my wedding, but I might not. And I probably won't be writing on my HONEYMOON, so if y'all don't hear from me until March, just know I'm not dead yet. :)
I'm still trying to write about this whole getting married process, still as a way to remember all the things that are going on right now and all the feels that I have. Yes, I said feels. You must deal with this. This month has been full of feels. Good ones and bad ones and angry ones and for the first week of the month, stressed ones. It's gotten better. This week I realized I'm getting married at the end of next week and got stupidly excited. There is no other way to say that. :)
As every good bride knows, there's a rhyme that one must adhere to. Some brides might not, but those silly traditions are things that I love. And I'm excited about all my things so I figured I'd tell you about each thing and the why of each thing. Let's start!
Something Old
My Mom's Mom, my Mawmaw won't be at my wedding. At first, because I am, as we all are, a selfish human being, upset about this. I wanted them so badly to make a way to get to my wedding. I love my Mawmaw and Pappaw. I love them very much and very deeply, and it feels like to long since I have seen them. So I decided tonight, that in honor of one of the most amazing woman I know, that I wear earrings that she gave to me. Opal earrings that will fit into the second holes in my ears. My something old. A tribute, however small, to someone who means so much to me.
Something New
My dress! Duh! Let me tell you something, when they tell you that the dress chooses the bride and that when you know, you know, it's the truth! My dress was the second one I tried on, and we all knew! We you might ask? My Momma, my two big sisters (sister-in-law really, but I love them to much for them to be in-laws) and a what, five day old baby? That's right! My five day old niece helped me pick out my wedding dress! I can't wait to tell baby Izzie that she was there when I found that dress! We found it in Tennessee when we were there to meet that new little girl. My ring was still brand new, we hadn't set a date yet, and we had to send my Daddy a picture of me in my dress through a pic text. He was so wonderful. I think what really made that day so special was my Daddy's support, and the look on my Momma's face when he told her I could get it. Every girl deserves to feel like a Princess on her wedding day. I never thought I wanted that so much until that silly dress. Every time I see it, and wear it, or think about it, I think about my Daddy. How much he loves me. How much I'll miss him...even though I'll be down the street. That dress is more like a symbol of love form my Family, so it means so much more to me.
Something Borrowed
This one took a while. Tonight I sat at the kitchen table with my mom and little sisters, talking about wedding things. I had my computer upstairs and we were listening to songs for the Reception. My little sister Evie was doing my hair, because she IS doing my hair the day of my wedding. (Apparently I haven't been around to let her play and that was stressing her out! Poor girl!) After we finally figured it out, and I'm trying my dress on, and we're talking about this, I ask them if any of them have a simple cross necklace. Evie pips up and says, "I do!" So my something borrowed is from my little sister! I love it! I love that so many things in my wedding are from people that I love. And that little necklace looks like it was made just for me to wear. :)
Something Blue
Super excited about this one! My shoes are my something blue! While wandering around Target a few months ago I saw these wonderful slippers that looked like moccasins, they were warm and fuzzy and had sequins! I exclaimed, "Babe! Those are my wedding shoes!" So many women wear those simple white slippers on their wedding, so why shouldn't I wear my blue ones!? And if you know me, you know I don't even LIKE shoes, not really, and I have like three pair of slippers that I wear all over the place. I should really stop that...:)
Also, just so everyone can know and be proud, I haven't bitten my nails at all.this month. Not even ONCE. (I'm a nail biter, be PROUD!)
I'll try to pretend that I'll write more before my wedding, but I might not. And I probably won't be writing on my HONEYMOON, so if y'all don't hear from me until March, just know I'm not dead yet. :)
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