Because the engagement celebrations should never, ever stop, we are packing our bags and heading to the big city Friday morning for a long weekend. I am so excited! We’re staying in the sweetest guesthouse and have dinner reservations here and are meeting my college roommate and L’s friends from home here!
Our guesthouse has communal kitchens so I’m hoping we can grab a few ingredients for simple but hearty hot breakfasts before we hit the town. Have you stayed at a place like this before? It’s the most convenient thing in the world and such a relief for your wallet in a city like New York (or Paris!).
I made a little itinerary since New York is a beautiful beast and a little organization is never a bad thing. Google maps is a godsend for this purpose-tentative organizing without going overboard…so is Afar‘s Wanderlist function. I added a bunch of restaurants and shops and general sites of interest so we can take a quick look in the morning and make a tentative plan for our day. I’ll share with you when we return if you’d like!
My mama takes her mother-of-the-”bride” duties very seriously. And by that I mean being overwhelmingly excited about absolutely everything.
She, along with my in-laws to-be arrived yesterday for a brunch to celebrate our recent engagement. In typical proud mama fashion she came with champagne and flowers in hand and immediately announced to the room that she’d like to toast to us.
Mom, I love how happy you are…how excited this all makes you. And you’ll never know just how much I appreciate your enthusiasm and support, just how much I love you…and the fact that you shared with the table the story of your independent baby daughter who jumped in the deep end of the pool at the age of 3.
On February 22, 2014, a day of sunshine in warmth, in our very own kitchen in our very tiny home in Philadelphia, my sweet man proposed to me.
We met when I’d just turned twenty and he twenty one. Six years later, here we are, despite speculations by others that we may never marry.
Our story is precious and private and I promised to keep it so, but I want to tell the world that it couldn’t have been more perfect and I’ve never felt anything in my days on this earth like what I felt when I looked in his eyes and he asked me to be his wife.
He slipped on the ring, an antique beauty from the 1890s that sparkled like the day it was first worn, and after tears of joy and free-flowing bubbly, we celebrated the best way I can imagine… with more bubbly and a two-hour dinner at our favorite restaurant in the city, Zahav.
There are moments in the day where I catch myself daydreaming and when I come-to I can’t believe it’s real- that this is my life and I love someone and am loved so very much.
We’re happier than I ever thought possible and so overwhelmed with the outpouring of love from our friends and family. There have been tears and screams and suffocating hugs and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Thank you for indulging me, for being excited for us! Yayyy!
This weekend we celebrated my nephew, the sweetest little guy you ever will lay your eyes on, in honor of his very first birthday. Man, was he a sport. He was his happy self for the entire day and while everyone sang he just looked around and took it all in. How lucky are we to share in his budding life?
Around the time he was born, maybe a little before Luke started on a project with his dad to make a very special gift for little J. They drew up the plans, carefully created each piece of cherry wood, assembled, sanded and stained and repeated many of the processes.
Over the course of the year the most beautiful rocking horse, based on an antique design, was created just for him. It’s so very beautiful and one of the sweetest things in the world and it was a pure treat to see J experience it, especially for Luke I’d venture to say.
Happy, happy birthday to you, baby boy. We all love you to the moon and back.
Happy Valentine’s, sweets! What are your plans? I actually love valentine’s day (the thought of it, showing love to your love and all, whoever that might be! Not the pressure or expectations, that’s what makes me sour about every other holiday!) so much that we’ll be celebrating all by ourselves next weekend. In fact, I’m thinking I might make that a thing.
Cheers to you, friends! Now go pop some champagne and have a wonderful weekend. xx