Wedding (Hurricane-style!)

The day of the wedding itself was a little crazy for me. I'm still not quite sure how it was for everyone else. But here's how my day went...

Ariana and Tyler drove here from Seattle.
 And they're headed to England- for a year!- today!

Brad looks like such a good husband in this picture :-)

Brea's littlest sister & Mom.
(Yes, I may be 1 year closer in age to her  mom than to Brea herself!)

Brad's smile all day was so awesome. So content. So happy. 

We all have random faces in this picture, but I wasn't the real photographer (thank goodness),
and there were 5 different cameras in action right here. 

Sweet Cakes

Brad and his groomsmen. I LOVE this picture of my brother.
It's so confident and so real.

My one and only terrible picture of the cake cutting!

Sweet dances

So we got up early to go to the temple, and Candice still didn't have an outfit that quite fit Tate. So he and I ran to Dillard's while he screamed bloody murder about me changing him in the middle of the store so we wouldn't miss anything. Lesson learned: Do not take a 3-year-old's pirate shirt off when he's exhausted to put him in church clothes! He was so mad. 

Brea looked gorgeous and Brad looked so handsome. It was so great to see them together at the temple. We took a few pictures outside, and then ran back home with the kids. Brad's old mission companion had come all the way from Mexico to the wedding, and Brad had asked me to take him shopping for a few shirts. I was thinking "grab a few t-shirts;" it was really- "I need some business casual for work and a present for Brad & Brea." Which meant it was three hours of what kind of felt like a blind date. And really I kind of was wanting to see Jonmark. But ok, it was fine. And kind of fun to shop. 'Cause I like to shop. And I especially like shopping for presents. And he got them a few really fun ones. Whoo-hoo!So we run home, wrap my present, wake Candice's kids up from their naps as Candice wakes up from hers, do everyone's hair, and make it to the reception about a half an hour later than we were supposed to be for pictures. We took a few and then Brad comes up to me and says, "Christin, I forgot the guest book. It's on my coffee table- will you go get it?" Brad's house is about 25 miles away. So I hopped in my car, and off I went. I was kind of excited for a little time just to myself, but then the companion ran up to my car as I was driving away and hopped in. Sweet. An hour later, everyone was calling and asking where I was just as I pulled up. Candice made me a plate, and I walked up (with Jonmark, who had just met me there), right as they were cutting the "cake" (it was beautiful- and it was rice krispies. She doesn't like cake). Then I was rushed to a table to eat, while everybody who wondered where I had been came up to say hi.
And then it started to rain. Just a little, but it was windy, and everyone was going a little crazy. Brad and Brea and the parents did their dances, which I barely saw, but my dad took pictures, and then the bride and groom were like, "Check ya!!" I had forgotten to decorate their car, which Brad was very happy about, and then, they were gone.
It was a beautiful reception, delicious food, and tons of people that I loved and was glad to see. I just wish it would have lasted about 2 hours longer. And that I could have really felt like I was there.
But we haven't heard from Brad since. So I know he's just fine. :-)