While we wait for more wedding pictures to arrive (hopefully next week?!), let me quickly share how the fella left me gobsmacked at our reception.
I had been so excited leading up to the wedding to gift my lawfully wedded surfer boy with a new board to take with us to our Costa Rican honeymoon. Literally bouncing off the walls so eager for him to find it. While I was getting my hair done the morning of our wedding and the fella was eating breakfast with his groomsmen, my dad dropped the board outside of our condo for him to see when he got back. I giddily and anxiously awaited the text that he'd received it, and he was just as thrilled as I had been hoping. He had told me in the weeks leading up to our nuptials that he couldn't wait to give me my gift. I didn't think much about it as we continued getting ready the day-of, had our ceremony and arrived at the reception.
After we toasted with our champagne and sliced our respective cakes (and I had dragged my little sister - the best MOH! - to the bathroom with me to help lift up my ball skirt, so I could tinkle like a lady), I heard the DJ playing "Sweet Caroline," a song that gets me every time since its title is my name (well, my name isn't Sweet Caroline, just Caroline, but still). I scurried out to the dance floor to boogie to the last strains of it. When I spun around as the song faded out I noticed the fella with microphone in one hand and a wrapped gift in the other. He handed me the gift and explained that he had heard me mention one time that I'd love to see my blog published. He went on that he loved reading every time and tracking our many memories together as well as experiencing my past through it, but he was also excited to read the next chapter we were writing together. As I breathlessly unwrapped the package with shaking hands, I uncovered the most beautiful gift... a hardbound, adorably designed copy of my blog. In book form. Every single post. Every single picture. Everything that I've spent the past few years documenting - adopting Sadie, Match.com dates, 2 serious breakups, our engagement... page after sweet page of Polka Dots & Protein Bars with a precious foreword from my new husband.
He definitely won the award for best wedding gift, and it proudly and prettily sits atop our coffee table, and I swoon each time I look at it or crack open its pages.