The day after my little sister's wedding I felt as if I had climbed a mountain.
Every muscle in my body was sore and for the life of me, I couldn't keep my eyes open.
The night before the wedding, some time around 3:00am I said to my sisters, "Let's never become wedding planners."
The amount of burlap we cut, ribbons we tied, snowflakes we hung from balloons, trees we positioned, and cookies we baked (I ended up baking 31 dozen) - it all made for a beautiful wedding, and for some very tired girls.
I didn't manage to get a single picture of the tables and centerpieces.
If you are observant, you'll notice a few gnomes strategically placed throughout the barn.
When my dad first suggested gnomes, all of us girls gave him a very loud and decisive no.
He ignored us and placed the gnomes anyway.
Within a few hours the gnomes had grown on all of us, and I had to admit to my dad that I had been wrong.
That was probably his favorite part of the day.
I'm blessed with a loving family, and I'm grateful to know that no matter what the occasion, we'll always be there for each other.