I haven't posted much of late, I'm sorry. I have a very active social life... okay, not, but I like to pretend I do.
Actually, I think I'm becoming a bit of an agoraphobic because I find myself stressed and hyperventilating if I have to leave the house more than two days a week. Lame, I know, but these prego hormones have a way of messing with you a bit. Like when I almost ate that whole pan of homemade fudge yesterday.
I can't believe I just admitted to that, I take it back, you can't prove anything!
I did however, go to a lovely bridal shower on the weekend. It was for a dear, sweet girl who is a part of a family I love so very much. I thought I would share some photos because we women love to see pretty, girly things. Well, at least I do anyway.
Here is the pretty bride to be. She is just a baby isn't she. I can't believe I was this young getting married! Her and her hubby to be, so very much love Jesus. They are full of life and excitement for the journey ahead. I couldn't be happier for them both.
Look at all this loot!
Everything was wrapped so beautiful.
This present was cute, it was a basket full of laundry and household needs. The little sign says "When I said I do, I didn't mean laundry"
In the brides little speech she mentioned she could hardly wait to learn how to cook and clean laundry for her new little hubby. Yes, she has been a little spoiled by her mama and hasn't had to do any of that. Her exuberance and vivaciousness for her role ahead leaves me no doubt on how quick she will learn and love this new part of her grown up life.
Though, I have to say as I looked at my tradesmans tile grout caked, carpet adhesive laden mountain of laundry yesterday, I tried to remember what that feeling was like, and since I couldn't conjure it up... I ate another piece of fudge and felt much better.
The food was glorious, food is always glorious when you are pregnant.
This chocolate fountain was divine! I think anything dipped in it would be incredible, including the chair that was stationed near by...we pregnant women can be very resourceful. Luckily for the hostess she had plenty of fruit, so I didn't have to resort to that.
Everything was just so pretty and delightful. I felt like I was in the movie "Father of the bride."
I wish you much happiness in the years to come my dear Shelley-Belly!