Shaving Cream belongs on the face and Shoe Polish on shoes

Teresa's wedding was beautiful. It was a beautiful day filled with joy and laughter and relative calm. If you know my sister, you know that relative calm was quite a feat.

It's no secret that Teresa is a bit of a worrier. Right around the three week mark, I noticed that she had just about maxed out her stress meter. Since I been admittedly too distracted with my own wedding details up to that point to give proper attention to hers, I decided now was the time to employ the full force of my Teresa de-stressing abilities. We sat down one evening with her list of outstanding wedding tasks and a calendar and made a plan. Once every item had a slot and a deadline, she was much calmer. If only I can plan my own life the way I plan hers, then we'll be really rockin'.

The week leading up to the wedding there were a lot of tasks on the calendar, as you can imagine. Luckily I was on Spring Break, and free to spend my time shopping for honeymoon dresses and organizing menus and getting pedicures. In the end, everything went off without a hitch. I don't remember one panicky moment on the actual day, due largely in part to Justin and his willingness to take on each and every task that was thrown his way. Every time you turned around, Justin was filling another role: he was escorting the grandmother of the groom, he was holding back tree branches so the photographer could take pictures, he was announcing Teresa and Matt into the reception, he was making the rounds with a video camera taping messages to the newlyweds. He easily won over every woman in my family. I am a lucky girl; this much I know.

Here are a few pictures of the happy day:

I did have one minor frustration as a result of the festivities. Matt's truck, which received a thorough covering of wedding themed shaving cream and shoe polish, was parked in front of my house while Matt and Teresa were away on the honeymoon. His mom, concerned for the paint job, made me promise to have it washed before the shaving cream had a chance to set in. Unfortunately, Matt failed to leave his keys, so I had to wash it by hand in the driveway. A promise is a promise. Justin and I have decided to rent a car for our getaway. Or perhaps we'll just drive our wedding-themed car up to Oklahoma for the week so Matt can return the favor.