Thursday, August 22, 2013

san diego in may part 2

So now we come to Bri's wedding.

All the bridesmaids slept at my parents' house the night before the wedding along with other relatives and my family of seven. We had every sleeping surface filled that night including couches and floors. I tried to get someone to sleep on the island in our kitchen, but no one was brave or desperate enough.

We woke up in the morning ready to get our wedding on!




Brett and I got in a car with my grandparents and were on our way to the temple. We were nearly there when Garrett (Bri's husband) called me and said that he forgot his temple recommend (a little card that acts like an ID so you can go into the temple) and his wedding ring. HA! So we had to backtrack to the house, find those things, and bring them to the temple. Needless to say we got there with only minutes to spare.


The temple ceremony was quiet, sincere, and beautiful. There is nothing quite as powerful as getting married to your best friend for this life and all of eternity. I started crying when I gave Bri a hug. I couldn't believe my sister was married. I still can't believe it most of the time. It's okay for me to get married young, but since when was it okay for any of my siblings? 


Anyway, Bri looked radiant and the weather was perfect. After the sealing (temple ceremony) we took pictures outside with all of Bri and Garrett's family and close friends.

^Mr. and Mrs. Smith


^Mr. and Mrs. Candland. 




^This is by far my favorite picture. Pretty accurately illustrates my feelings towards Garrett. The protective older sister . . . muahahaha you'll never be rid of me. And how dare you marry my littler sis.

*Above statement was made partially in jest.                  Partially.


^We tried to get a picture of Bri's side of the family while the photographer was taking snaps of the bride and groom. Didn't the picture just turn out fantastic?

We left the temple and headed to the reception held in the Bertha's humongous backyard.

On the way to the reception, I couldn't figure out how I felt. Was I happy or sad that my sister was married? These conflicting emotions mingled with lack of sleep and stress knots in my shoulders made me one grumpy maid-of-honor. Just ask Brett.

Thankfully I snapped out of it by the time we arrived.

We took some more pictures before all the guests showed.

^The fantastic four.Thank goodness for aunts with sewing skills. When I first tried my dress on, I looked like the spawn of Dracula who was shackled to a pole in a dungeon for her whole life. However, with a bit of tweaking, we all looked pretty classy.





Two words can describe the reception: glamorous party.




^Maid-of-honor toast. I'm not exactly sure what I said other than, "Bri's my soulmate. Kind of." Spoken like a really good public speaker.



^My mom is gifted with swag.




What a great day. 

After the bride and groom left, we stayed for about three more hours to pack everything up. 

Weddings are a lot of work, but so worth it.

Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Smith!


Wednesday, August 21, 2013

san diego in may

I am going to San Diego for the second time this summer. I didn't blog about my last trip to San Diego, in May, which was a very special time. My beloved sister got married. So now's about the time to record what happened, don't ya think?

I flew down a week before the wedding and stayed a few days after and then flew straight to D.C. . . . which I will blog about later. 


The week before the wedding was mayhem. Here's a fraction of what went down.

I went to a childhood friend's wedding. 

 ^My mom and her possy waiting for the bride and groom outside the temple.


^Tried to get a good picture with my dad; didn't work so much.

^Pretty bride.




^Favorite part of the Nichols-Duke wedding was the flash mob performed by our former bishop, young womens leaders, and other random people that we would last expect to dance to Michael Jackson including 50-year-old man's mans.

 ^My dad's starting a blurry picture-taking business. You should call him up.



I spent time with my baby sister whom I love so much, including being her mommy-in-practice driving her to and from school and to her activities such as karate. She is the little warrior princess!





I spent a lot of time with my mom getting everything finalized. We found a morsel of time amid the craze to go on a run along the beautiful Torrey Pines beach. Of course I got really light-headed from not eating enough in the early morning  and had to sit down for a few minutes with my head between my knees. The previous time I went running with my mom I threw up from eating a huge cheese bagel and guzzling down a whole bottle of water. I can't win! 




 We celebrated Marcus's swim talent by going to his CIF qualifying meet and the real CIF deal and his swim banquet. He got the coach's award and broke all of his PRs!





We had to do a ton of things to prepare the food for the reception, including making gallons of a salsa rub for the meat. My dad and his friend George had a really fun time doing it as you can tell from the looks of pure elation on their faces.




Bri went through the temple for the first time a few days before her wedding, and I was there to support her including my parents, her fiance, and a few other close friends. The San Diego temple is so beautiful outside, but even more gorgeous inside. 





We also got our nails done, spray tans galore (first and last for me), and indulged in some San Diego classics like Board and Brew.



My mom absolutely insisted that Garrett not smash cake in Bri's face during cake cutting on the wedding day. She actually called him up and said that if he did it, she would not consider him a family member. Needless to say, Garrett got the hint. My mom is hilarious! But, not to spoil the fun, they had a cake smashing party a few days before the big day.







Friday was the day before the wedding and Bri decided to be a little unconventional and shoot some bridals with Garrett. She wanted me to accompany her to ensure her dress was perfect and everything, as is a maid-of-honor's duty. We met the best photographer in the world Mark Frapwell at the temple . . . I went to the San Diego temple 4 times that week.

Garrett seeing Bri for the first time:



^What a dress.





More of the photo shoot was taken down at the La Jolla beach. 




And frankly, now I'm exhausted. Next post is the actual wedding day!







Monday, August 19, 2013

proposal

I leave for San Diego on Wednesday, and I finished work last Friday. It's nice to have a day off to read, write, and not shower.

I was looking through my wedding blog, and found a gem.

The proposal story.

So for my own recording, and perhaps for your pleasure, here is the story of how Brett popped the question 2 and a half years ago:



Brett and Victoria got engaged on March 11, 2011, about a week after their 1st year anniversary of dating, March 5, 2011.


Victoria's Take on the Proposal:

It was a Friday.  Earlier that day I went wedding dress shopping with my sister, Briana, cousins Rachel and Jenna, friend Jenn, and aunt, Kim. It was a glorious experience. Wedding dress shopping is one of my favorite things to do I've decided. I found the dress of my dreams that day, before Brett and I were actually engaged :)

It was sunny outside the whole day and I was in the best mood from wedding dress shopping. Brett picked me up from my apartment at 4:30 and we went to go see the Carl Bloch exhibit in the MOA at BYU. On the way there Brett played love songs in his car and held my hand and was being incredibly gentle and loving.  When we were in the Carl Bloch exhibit, Brett and I shared the sweetest experience. In front of one of the beautiful masterpieces of Carl Bloch he looked down at me and said, "We are going to grow old together."  It might be one of those you-had-to-be-there moments, but it melted my heart.


After Carl Bloch we went over to another art gallery by the Riverwoods that I had never seen before. We went inside and looked at the art there, but Brett was walking really fast and being really quiet and I didn't know what was going on. We went into another room of the art gallery and Brett took me in his arms and said he loved me very much. Then we turned a corner and there was a painting that looked inspired from an animated film we love so much made by a professor at BYU called "Thought of You." The girl was dancing in the painting like the film, but the boy was kneeling down on one knee. "What is the guy doing? It looks like he's proposing," I said. Brett replied, "Well, why don't you look at the name of the painting."


I went over to the painting and the words beside it said, "Marry me, Victoria?" At first I thought, Oh what a coincidence, her name is Victoria. Mine is too. But....then it all hit me. I turned to my left and saw Brett kneeling on one knee with a gorgeous ring in his hand. He took my hands and said, "Victoria, will you marry me?" (I don't remember the exact words he said since I was in an intense episode of excitement and a little bit of shock) Of course I said YES and cried a bit. It was the most magical moment of my life.




 Then Brett called in his fantastic sister, Ashley, who had been sneakily waited outside to come take pictures of us.We reenacted the proposal and took probably a million pictures kissing and beaming.

Brett had a dear friend, Sarah, an art major at BYU, paint the picture for us. It will be our first piece of art together and a constant and happy reminder of how we began our eternal journey together.


We went to Tucanos after to celebrate because that's our favorite restaurant. Yay marriage!!!