Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Tender Mercies

We've had a lot of new friends join us in the last few weeks...welcome! And a special welcome to Cheeseboy. He's worried we're not going to accept him because he's not a 'mommy blogger.' Dear Cheeseboy, I'm not a mommy blogger either...you should fit right in!

For those who are new, today's post might make more sense if you read this post first.

I'm not a sign seeker...I don't look at things and say 'that's a sign'...unless I'm being sarcastic...which RARELY happens...really, it's rare. (Maybe...) But on occasion I recognize things as being gifts from God...things that happen so randomly that they can't be anything but a gift from God. I'm sure there are people who would argue with me on this point, but it's my world, and thankfully I get to believe what I want to believe.

My wedding day came with a gift...not a gift wrapped in paper and bows...but a gift that meant so much more.

After our wedding ceremony we had a lunch for all of our friends and family who were at the ceremony. A local catering company took care of everything. Jason and I were standing near the table where the food was when one of the girls who works for the caterer approached me.

"I know you" she said. I looked at her for a moment and said, "I think I know you too but I can't figure out how.

I'm usually very good with names and faces, but I could not, for the life of me, place how I knew this girl. We talked for a minute and then parted ways. A bit later when I went to get a cup of water the girl approached me again. "Where do you live?" I told her. "Do you know _____?" I told her I didn't recognize the name. She looked at me for a minute and then said, "Did you used to wear glasses?" I had LASIK several years ago, and the fact that she knew me pre-LASIK surprised me.

She said, "I live in Provo...in the Grandview area." And then it began to click.

"Oh...maybe you knew my grandpa...Lyn Rasmussen?" And then it clicked for both of us and for me, the tears were instant as I gave her a huge hug. "Jessie! No wonder I didn't recognize you...you grew up into a beautiful young lady!" I was crying and she was crying and the people around us were just watching us.

Jessie was 12 when I met her. She and her family were my grandpa's neighbors. Jessie loved my grandpa, and he loved her. Jessie's mom played a huge part in helping me with my grandpa.
After I moved Grandpa into a care center Jessie and her mom visited him every morning until he died. Not only did they visit, but Jessie combed my grandpa's hair every single day. Oh how I loved that girl.

I spoke at my grandpa's funeral and told Jessie that she would be my hero forever because of the love she showed my grandpa. I think she was as sad as I was when he died.

She was there, in the background, throughout the entire lunch...and with her presence, I felt connected to my grandpa. She came up to me as she was leaving and gave me another hug. "I love you," she said. And in my mind I heard my grandpa...and it was enough.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Monday, March 29, 2010

What Sacrifice Looks Like

When it comes to generous friends and family Jason and I really lucked out. Our wedding gifts filled our living room and it took us over an hour to open all of them. The cards were thoughtful and full of love. The gifts were beautiful and more than we ever expected. We are still getting cards in the mail.

A few days ago I got a card from a girl named Fayda. Fayda is from Brazil. Fayda's husband abandoned her and her two sons many years ago and she was left to eek out a living in Brazil. My parents met her and became parental figures to her. One day Fayda said to my dad, "President Platt I have to go to the United States. My boys need a better life."

Fayda met a man from the United States who promised her the world. He promised to love her and to take care of her, and to be a dad to her sons. My dad cautioned her but said he would support her decision. She married the man and moved to Missouri. She didn't speak English...her sons didn't speak English...but they were in the United States and she was hopeful.

Before too long she realized that her husband wasn't who he claimed to be, and after months of every form of abuse she called the police and asked for help. They moved her and her two boys into a women's shelter, where she spent months. My dad worked with her social worker and eventually they were able to move her here...close to my parents. My dad found a home near my parents that he was able to rent, and Fayda and her boys found peace and shelter with people who loved them.

We gave Fayda work at the nursery, and her boys became like cousins to my nieces and nephews. Fayda loved the feeling of earning money and being able to support her little family. Fayda remained in contact with her ex-husband's brother, who had always been good to her. He made the trip to visit her a couple of times and after his second visit he told her this:

"Fayda I'm sick. I have cancer. I need someone to take care of me, and you are the person I trust. I know you won't live with me without being married, so if you will marry me and help me through my illness, I promise to take care of you and your boys." My dad had a long talk with Les and told Fayda that he felt Les was honest and sincere. Fayda felt the same way and agreed to marry him.

My dad performed the marriage ceremony and Fayda and her boys moved back to Missouri.

Fayda calls my parents regularly. She still struggles with English and when she needs to feel a connection to home she calls and is able to speak in Portuguese. It hasn't been an easy marriage...Les is older than Fayda by at least 30 years, but she feels she made the right decision and her boys are doing well...much better than they have been.

Fayda's letter said this:

Dear Noelle,

Congratulation for your wedding!
That's a very important decision!
And I know you will feel very happy, that's your first step for your eternal family!
You have a best parents, you have the best example in your life. Use that experience to make your marriage strong, with respect, honor, a lots communication and love.
Please, forgive - me send this card so late, but I learn I cannot wait for nobody help me; I need work with courage and to try to write in English, and, I wait to save a little change and you can buy what you want. (I apologize isn't to much.)
I love you so much!
See you soon I hope!

Love, Fayda

Fayda included $40 in $5s and $10s...I have no doubt that it was the most sacrificed $40 I will ever receive. I cried at her gift and will do something good with that money...something that will bless the life of someone else.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

They Melt My Heart

Allie, my 8 year old niece, was in the backyard playing today when Jason and I got to my sister's house. I went out to say hi to her and to all of my other nieces and nephews. Allie asked me this question as her greeting:

"So Noelle, do you feel different now that you're a wife?"

I told her that no, I didn't feel that much different.

"Well you look different to me," was Allie's response. "You know, like that shirt you're wearing. That's kind of different. Where did you get it?"

"Is it a good different or a bad different Allie?" (Because did you know that the opinion of an 8 year old is incredibly important?)

She said it was a good different and then she asked again where I got my shirt.

* * * * * * * * * *

After dinner, the kids...8 of them...started clamoring for their weekly walk. They love when the weather warms up and the sun doesn't set as early. I wasn't quite ready to leave the adult conversation so I told them they had to run around my sister's back yard 7 times and then we could go. Amazingly, they did it! They ran their little hearts out. About the 4th lap (it's a big back yard) I went outside to take pity on them. I said, "Let's run one more lap and then we'll go." I held hands with the two youngest and we ran until we were out of breath...and then we walked the rest of the lap. I'm such a wimp.

* * * * * * * * * *

All ten of us...the kiddies and Jason and me held hands as we crossed the big road and then I let the kids run ahead of us. I wish wish wish that I had taken a video camera with us...because what Jason and I saw could become the next YouTube phenomenon.

I have two nieces close to the same age...one will be 3 in July and one will be 3 in December. They both still wear diapers. It just so happens that both diapers were a bit soggy. Those little girls each ran as fast as they could, with one hand holding up their soggy diapers.

The further they ran the more the diapers fell, and it was the funniest thing I have seen in a long time. Run...stop and pull the diaper up...run some more...stop and adjust the diaper...run again...dang those diapers. We were near our destination when Sami stopped and looked back at us with a big grin. Her diaper had fallen off and was stuck by the velcro to her dress.

Jason and I couldn't stop laughing. We reached Sami and I helped her get loose of her diaper gone astray. I said, "Should we run back home and get a new diaper?" She said yes and then held up her arms. "Carry me Noelle...too many cars." I did but I threatened her. "Samantha, if you pee on me..." and she just smiled and threw her arms around my neck.

* * * * * * * * * *

When we left my sister's house tonight I gave Sami one final squeeze. "I love you Sami!" I said. She looked at me kind of shyly...climbed onto her mom's lap...and then smiled and whispered, "Thank you."

It was sometime during all of this that my mom informed Jason and me that she's praying we have quadruplets...because it's going to take that kind of miracle to get our kids here before we're too old to have them...(Do you think she realizes that by calling me old, she's also calling herself old? I probably won't point that out to her.)

It's cause to worry...this prayer of my mom's...because I'm convinced she has a direct link to God.

Bother.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Gratitude

I realize this isn't the greatest picture in the world...

And you've seen it before...

But I need...yes need...you to know that I LOVE my family...so much.

I love that my sister-in-law texts me to make sure I'm feeling better.

I love that my mom worries about me.

I love that on my wedding day, when my hair was ruined by the rain, my sisters took over and made my hair beautiful again.

I love that my brothers tease me.

I love that I can see my nieces and nephews every day.

I love that my dad is my constant source of strength and wisdom.

I love that my sisters (by birth and by marriage) are my best friends.

I love that my brother-in-law is really just another brother.

The phrase 'my cup runneth over' describes how I feel today.

Thank you family...for all that you do...and for all that you are in my life.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Because I Can Think Of Nothing Else To Say

Dear __________,

I don't know who you are, but I'm sure you know me. In fact, I'm sure we're family. And because we're family I'll keep this short and sweet.

Did you know that you left your dirty, used, wadded up tissue on our sister-in-law's desk this morning?

The whole time she was working she had to stare at that tissue and I'm sure the thoughts of what that tissue contained weren't pleasant.

I was oblivious to the whole situation until Rachel asked me to help her.

"Noelle, I can't touch that tissue...and seeing as how you have gloves on, can you come and move that tissue off of my desk?"

And I did...gladly.

Please family member, in the future would you take care of your own dirty tissue?

Thank you most sincerely,

Your favorite sister...or sister-in-law...or daughter...whatever the relation may be.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Life In All It's Glory

Remember this post from a few weeks ago? I'm thinking I could do a weekly installment of why being me is so difficult...you would probably really enjoy it!

Here's this week's reason:

Last night Jason and I decided to play a rousing game of Rummikub. He was talking all sorts of smack about how he was going to beat me...and I was determined to prove him wrong. We were lazy and didn't want to go all the way downstairs to play at the kitchen table so we improvised by putting a white board on the bed and used that as our table.

Sting was serenading us in the background...but that's not really an important part of the story.

I reached for my phone and realized that the battery was almost dead. I leaned over to pick up the plug from the floor to charge it and all of a sudden I heard a sizzling sound.

I squealed and jumped off the bed. Jason yelled from the other room, "What? Did you see a spider or something?" No husband I did not see a spider. I am not afraid of spiders and I most certainly don't squeal over something little like a spider.

I didn't say that to him. Instead I said this: "No...no spider. My hair just caught on fire." You see, I was completely oblivious to the candle that was burning on the table next to my bed...and so when I leaned over to pick up the plug, my hair was right over the flame of the candle...

It's just hair right? And it will grow back right? And there are worse smells than burnt hair right?

Go ahead and laugh...I did...for a long time.

Oh...and Jason beat me at all three games we played.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

2 Good Things About Being Married

There are more than 2 really but for tonight it's all you're getting:

1. I'm sitting at a computer in my office...at home...I have a computer AND the internet AT HOME. That's never happened before!

2. I'm listening to the washer spin my clothes. I didn't have to haul my laundry to my mom's house or to my sister's house.

Amazing. Simply amazing.

Okay...I'll write a real post tomorrow.

Post It Note Tuesday




























Monday, March 22, 2010

Blackmail

My brother Ben asked me a question a few minutes ago.

"Noelle, is that one girl who works here dating that one guy who also works here?"

I responded by saying, "No they broke up. I think her dad made her break up with him."

"They don't look very broken up," Ben said.

And with that I got up from my desk and walked into the other room where we (Ben, Travis, myself and a guy named Randy) watched them from the window.

We were waiting for the kiss but it never came...instead we critiqued their flirting style.

Travis and Randy are bachelors. They have been around the block a few times.

They rated 'his' flirting as very high school-ish. They thought she was just being silly.

Ben took pictures. "I can use this as blackmail at some point."

Randy said, "How do you know they broke up?"

I said, "She was depressed about it on Facebook for at least a month."

We watched them for a good 15 minutes.

I'm thinking we should be more productive.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

A Little Something

It rained on our wedding day. And the rain turned to snow. And it was beautiful.

I have thought a lot about that day and there is one thing that overwhelms me again and again:

The people that I love...hundreds of people...drove through the storm, and stood in a ridiculously long line to wish us well.

I would look up from time to time and my eyes would fill with tears at the sight of friends I haven't seen in years...men and women who have influenced my life in such positive ways.

One of my dearest friends...someone I haven't seen in well over 8 years...flew from Seattle to be there. When I saw him standing in line I was overcome with emotion. I didn't know he was coming. I had a chance to talk with him and told him how much I appreciated his friendship. I gave him a hug and told him he was one of the best friends I have ever had. His eyes filled with tears and he said, "You too Platt...you too."

To feel love...in any form...is a blessing...and the day of our wedding was full of it.

Friday, March 19, 2010

I'm sorry!!!!!!!

I swear I haven't forgotten about you!!!

I didn't get home till 7:00...

And then I ate dinner and was going to post a blog before I did homework...

But then my sister called and needed me to type up her talk that she's giving in Spanish on Sunday in church for her and help her with it.

And that's taken the whole night.

Will you forgive me?

I promise I'll post something tomorrow...

Maybe something juicy to make up for it?

Forgive me?

(please??)

Have a good night stars!! :D

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Holy Chocolate!!!!

You ready for my exciting story of the day? (I really don't know why I'm writing this...you really don't need to read two blogs in one day...)

Once upon a time when I got home from my mission, I got asked out on a date. (Not a fun date...it was a break up date from the boy that had been writing/kind of waiting for me while I was on my mission) ANYWAY...not the point of this story. He took me out to lunch to my FAVORITE resturant of ALL TIMES!...Bajios (a Mexican restaurant). There he proceeded to break up with me and tell me the situation, blah blah blah. Fast forward to the end of the date when he took me to the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory.

Heaven.

In a store.

Unfortunately, I couldn't really enjoy because of the circumstances...I don't even remember what I got. Just that it had mint or something.

And I have blocked it from my mind ever since.

Until a month ago.

One of my coworkers told me and Becca about this nummy chocolate covered carmel apple smothered in Resses Peanut Butter Cups...probably one of my favorite chocolates of ALL TIME!

But I had forgotten that there was one close to my house and thought the closest one was far far away. So I figured ONE day I would check it out.

So the other day Becca came to work with a bag from the store. And in it was AMAZINGNESS!

A giant Resses Peanut Butter Cup. :D

I was in heaven.

That's when I was informed that there was one close. By the movie theatre where we go all the time.

Boyfriend didn't work tonight.

So we ran errands.

One of those being to the R.M.C.F.

Let's just say...I kinda went crazy. :D

Chocolate covered strawberries, chocolate covered cherries, chocolate covered marshmellows, chocolate covered pretzels, and the apple with the Resses Peanut Butter Cups. :D

I'm happy.

Okay, now to address your questions...

I'm not really studying anything right now at school except generals. I've been taking a few classes at a time. Right now the class I'm taking is Math 1050 (aka College Algebra).

It's the second time I've taken it.

It's a beast.

I just hope I pass it this time.

Only problem is I don't know what I want to study.

At all.

And I've had pleny of time to think about it.

So I'm actually thinking...

Of not going back to UVU and going to a 2 year degree type college.

Like Steven's Henegar or something like that.

And get a degree in something with computers.

Cause I love computers. :)

Second question...about boyfriend.

We actually met on the internet.

He's from Texas. He has 5 sisters. He's the 3 child.

He came up last August so we could meet and see if it could go anywhere. I guess we both had the thought that it could because we became bf/gf.

He went back to Texas and we continued talking and texting every day.

He was thinking about moving up to Utah this upcoming summer because he didn't want to leave his mom.

His parents divorced you see when he was about 17 and he didn't want to leave his mom without a male figure to care for her, and he was kinda helping her financially.

But the more he thought about it the more he decided he didn't want to wait anymore.

So I flew down in December to meet his family and spend a week down there, and we drove back up to Utah to move him up here.

So now he's living at dad's garden center (we happen to have some rooms over there) until Heather (another sister) and her husband finish construction in their basement, and then he's going to move in there.

He works for Verizon. He's tech support for their fiber service. Like internet, phone, that kind of stuff.

He's a good guy. I kinda like him. :)

So there you go. There's the dirt.

Any other questions, I'll gladly answer.

But for now I'm going to go watch The Princess and the Frog with boyfriend and eat my pizza and nummy chocolate goodies!! :D

Have a good night! I hope you all have great dreams and I'll talk to you tomorrow!

Popping In To Say Hi

Don't get mad...we're technically not on our honeymoon anymore. We're at Jason's house packing up his life. It's a lot of life. A lot a lot...if you need anything we've probably got it somewhere...in a box.

Baby Sister is still on duty...because I know when she reads this she's going to text me and say, "Hey, it's my blog..." and it is...until Monday...but I've been packing boxes for 8 hours straight and I really needed a little break.

I've been married for a total of 5 days now and I have a pet peeve. It's a big one. Ready for it? It's vertigo. You're thinking "wasn't that your pet peeve before you were married?" Why yes it was thanks for asking.

Dang vertigo.

I went to put my head on Jason's shoulder this morning (one thing that ISN'T a pet peeve about being married) and the world began to spin...as it does every other time I get vertigo. Luckily I thought to bring my medicine and so I took it before it got out of control.

Jason asked if I was okay and I moaned a no in reply. A few minutes later I asked, "happen to have a mop bucket?" He did. I used it. Oh the joy. And oh the romance. "Very attractive isn't it honey?" I asked. He said yes it was. Strangely, I think I believed him. He rubbed my back and put a warm washcloth to my head because I was dying from cold chills. He's a good one to have around.

I fell asleep and he went off to do some packing...have I mentioned that Jason has a lot of stuff? Right...I have...it's still true.

Crazy how you make such a big decision as getting married and the reality of life...like mop buckets...still looks you in the face every day.

Okay Baby Sister carry on...I'm back to packing books and headlamps.


Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Noelle Wednesday, and other funny stories.

Have you ever had those days when you were just plain exhausted and you wanted to come home and sleep straight for a week?

Today and yesterday have been those days. Both of them so full and busy I didn't have time to eat lunch. Needless to say I'm exhausted tonight.

So I'm sitting on the couch listening to Josh Groban. He makes my heart happy.

And I'm stuck. Doing Math. On Spring Break.
Bleh...(I'm taking a break right now...shh don't tell)

In other news, I think I'm being tricked by a certain sister of mine who is supposed to be on her honeymoon...I suppose we'll see after tonight.

I do have a funny story for you though.

I had to run home and get Becca's (my other sister) camera to take some pictures at work. While I was home my dad came and asked if I would run downstairs and see if there was water running.

I did.

There wasn't.

So I went back upstairs and said no. He asked me if I had checked the water softener.

No...

Repeat the above mentioned process of running and checking and telling.

It wasn't.

Boyfriend looked outside and couldn't see anything either.

I listened in the main bathroom upstairs. Nada.

So I went and listened in dad's bathroom and heard it. Very strange.

So I left and went back to work and told mom about what was going on.

She called dad and asked what he was going to do about it.

"Nothing. I don't know what to do."

So mom said she was going to run home and check to make sure everything was okay.

When she got back she told me what it was.

It wasn't water.

It was the fan.

In his bathroom ceiling.

I laughed soooo hard. :) He's a cute man.

Since today is Grandpa Wednesday, I thought I'd do Noelle Wednesday and share a story about Noelle with you from when I was really little.

Noelle is ten years older than me. The next are eight years older than me. The closest to me is five and a half years older than me. Needless to say I grew up with a lot of parents. :)

There would be nights when I couldn't sleep, or when I was just sad because of one thing or another. And on these occasions Noelle would sing the song "You Are My Sunshine" to me.

Pretty soon it just became our song. She sang it to me all the time. When I got older whenever I heard that song it made me think of her and I would cry just about every time.

When I served a mission for our church, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints, Noelle was really good about sending me packages.

They contained anything you could think of. Candy, chocolate, pens, socks, you name it she sent it.

One time I got just a manilla envelope. I opened it and there was a page that she had written on that had the words "You are my sunshine" and she had outlined it with a multitude of different colors until it became a block of colors around the words (you know, like you used to do in Elementary School....at least like I did in E.S...)

So it made me teary eyed and I thought "Oh, that's really sweet" and put it on my wall and thought nothing of it.

A month went by and I got another manilla envelope. I opened this one and it had the words "My only sunshine"

By this point I was starting to think maybe this wasn't a one time thing.

Sure enough, by the end of the 18 months(that's how long girls serve, guys serve for 2 years), I had gotten enough papers to complete the first verse of the song. Every time I moved apartments I hung them up in front of my desk. It was one of the things that got me through the hard times of my mission and of being away from my family. It also made me cry on occasion, but crying can be a good thing too. :)

It's one of those things that I will always connect with her and will always love about her. She's a great older sister and I love her very much!!

*sigh* Alas, I should probably go continue my homework. I promise I will answer your questions about school and boyfriend tomorrow. I hope you all have a fabulous and relaxing evening!!

Talk to you tomorrow!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Breaking and Entering

When Jason asks me to climb up that rock so he can take a picture I do.


When Jason says he wants me to take his picture on that ledge...even though there is a chain that says danger beyond this point...I do...after I ask him to please not die.



But then I think I want a picture too...so we take one together.


Things that go bump in the night.

Did you miss me?

Yeah...I figured as much. You're too busy missing Noelle. No worries! I miss her tons too!!!!

Anyway, on to the story of the day...which really isn't that exciting.
Last night, the ONLY thing I dreamed about was blogging. Writing a blog, moderating the comments, writing a blog again, moderating comments again...and mixed with that was Noelle, hiding away somewhere and sneakily writing blogs under my nose. And I was just SO frusturated because, why on earth would she have me be in charge of writing her blog for the week if she was just going to keep sneaking in blogs? *sigh* It was a rough night. I woke up so annoyed with Noelle and I just had to remind myself that it was just a dream...

Anyway, I thought it was funny that the 3 hours I spent blogging last night mixed in with my dreams.

Hmmm...I bought new shoes the other day! They're high heels and I love them! Want to see a picture? Ha...well since you can't really tell me NO...I'll show you anyway. :D


Aren't they just great?! Mom gets mad at me when I buy high heels cause I'm "already tall enough"...(I'm only 5'7"...not THAT tall...and boyfriend doesn't mind so it's all good!) but I saw these and fell in love with them, and Noelle loved them, so I just HAD to get them. They're just awesome. :)

Remember that bag of pens I bought at Wallie World yesterday? I bought them because my school pens keep going missing. So today, I opened it and put a pet in my jacket. Later I showed the pen to boyfriend and said "I have GOT to remember to take this jacket to class". The day proceeded, I used the pen to check in some plants we got in, and went back about my business. When I left for class, I grabbed the jacket and drove down to UVU....(Utah Valley University). I get there, look in the jacket AND...it wasn't there. I realized I had forgotten to put it back in my jacket after using it. Luckily the nice lady I sit next to yet me use a pen again. Now, the goal tomorrow is just to remember to put the pen in my jacket. Except I don't have class the rest of the week cause it's spring break!!!! Wohoo!!!! I'm so excited...I can actually catch up on my homework and study for my quiz on Monday.

Want to hear my last exciting news of the day? I was only supposed to get back $130 back from my federal taxes. But I ended up getting $530!! :D Now I can finish paying off my dad! And actually not be in debt! (Well...besides my car payment anyway...) Now I just have to buy a new side mirror (don't EVER run into garbage cans with the mirror...it CAN shatter...which mine did) and get my car registered next month and I'm home free! :D

Alright, that's enough bothering you for one day. I'll leave you be now. Sorry, I know I'm not Noelle...but I'm trying to entertain you...I'm really probably not suceeding, but at least I'm having fun trying!

Have a good night my starlettes!! ;D

Monday, March 15, 2010

Dun dun du-dun!

(The title is sung to the tune of the wedding song...) (Do you hate me for taking so long?...)

Checklist:

Going to work: Like $.50 in cost of gas

Going to school (bleh) : $50 dollars in gas (feels like it anyway with gas prices these days...)

Wal*Mart trip: About $30...in pens, a magazine, and a Dr. Pepper 6-pack (for boyfriend...Lindon hasn't had it lately)

Splurging: About $130....a new pair of running shoes so I can put my old ones to use at work and NUMMY GIRL SCOUT COOKIES!! (I bought 4 boxes...couldn't help it. I have a package by me waiting to be opened...)

Trip to the gym: $12.75 for a month pass (the one benefit of being a student...I get a discount)

Adding extra security to my house and room so I'm not killed in my sleep by blog followers because I've taken so long: My paychecks for the next 50 years....
Do you forgive me? I promise it'll be good...

Noelle's wedding day:
It started at 8:30 when she went to get her hair done. I wasn't invited, so I don't have pictures of that. Sorry. :)

At 11:00 Noelle and the padres left for the temple to get everything ready and such. By that time it had started sprinkling, but we all had hope that it would go away by the time we got out. (Which, by the way, it didn't...ended up getting worse and then turned into snow. BeaUTIFUL!)

By 11:30 most of us were inside waiting to be taken to them, just visiting and being VERY nervous for them.

By 11:45 we were wondering where they were and Dad started making jokes about how Jason had run because he saw him pack running shoes, and how he had become the "Runaway Groom" instead of the "Runaway Bride". He's a funny man. :)

By 12:00 we were REALLY wondering where they were. A nice man (who apparently is a friend of the family...who knew?) came into the room and said we were running a little bit late because, funny, they asked us to wait for the bride and groom. He was cute. :)
Finally they showed up and the ceremony got underway. It was beautiful, and I cried the whole time...I think more than anyone else in the room. Except Lewie maybe. ;) But it was very nice.

Here come the much anticipated pictures. :D

Noelle and Jason first coming out of the temple. I love the expression on her face in this one. Isn't she beautiful?! Trying to take pictures in the rain...VERY COLD! Taking pictures with missionary friends...hehehehe. Yay for kissing.
Noelle and Jason at the luncheon. I had more pics of them...can't find them though. If I find them, I'll post them I promise.One of the bouquets at the luncheon. Beautiful right??One of the rooms at the luncheon. :) Very pretty.
One of our cute nieces. :)Another cute niece. :)Our very good looking family! :DNoelle and Jason with our nieces and nephews. :D Adorable! They were supposed to be making funny faces in this one, hence...you know...the funny faces. :)Me and my sisters with the beautiful bride!!!Noelle and Jason with our parents. :)Noelle with the parents.

Noelle and Jason with both sets of padres.Hehehehehe....this was my idea. :DNell and Jason with his parents.Thought I'd throw you a loop and show you a picture that boyfriend took of me. I look like a horse, but it's all good.The desserts at the reception. The green leaves and chocolate hearts were hand made. :)The top of the wedding cake. :DThe middle of the wedding cake. :)The whole wedding cake! The base was made of styrofoam...WAY dangerous with the cake...we had to keep the kids out of the room just so it wouldn't fall.Cutting the cake. :)

They promised they wouldn't get cake in the other's faces. :)I think Noelle was tired of kissing for the camera by the end of the night. :)

Jason and Mama.Nolle and Me of Mr. Thompson and Me. I didn't have any more pictures of Nell with friends...this was the only time I really saw her with one. So you lucked out I guess Lewie.One last shot before they left on the honeymoon.Leaving the reception...how sad. :(And they're off into the....snow fluries (instead of the sunset) :)

They left and we cleaned up and loaded presents in all of our cars.

Highlights of the evening?

Seeing all of my mom's kids helping to clean up and loading all of the presents and then taking them to her house and unloading them in her house.

Big brother Ben walking into my mom's house, seeing the state of her house, and saying "Hey mom, how about we have dinner at our house tomorrow?" And seeing the relief on mom's face as she says "Oh thank you!" Ben's a good egg.

Seeing Noelle so happy...just makes me so happy.

So there you go blogging friends. I hope you enjoyed this...it sure did take a long time so you better have! ;) J/k!

I hope you all have a GREAT night!!!! Talk to you tomorrow!!

(P.S. Sorry about the quality of the photos...the lighting wasn't great, and I'm not used to either of the cameras that I used...sowwy!)