The third and final installment of our action packed trip to the UT!

The big day arrived on Friday and we were all very excited, especially Fiona. She had been looking forward to the wedding for weeks because she knew that was the day she got to wear her new yellow wedding dress and fancy wedding shoes. We subjected both girls to a shower (which they hate, but you can't be all sticky and grubby on wedding day!) and then put them back into their pyjamas (they still had to eat lunch, and it was pizza...).

We headed over to the wedding location, a very pretty historic farm by the mountains. After lunch we got the girls dressed and had Fiona practice her flower girl duties a few times, then other people began arriving and we were ready to begin! Fiona's cousin Emily accompanied her down the aisle, and many petals were dropped along the way, then in came the bride. I'm going to have to steal some pictures from other people here because Ben was working the video camera and I had my hands full of Adele so we didn't get any pictures of the ceremony. So you'll just have to take my word that it went something like this...

It won't let me embed it, so you'll just have to click. It's worth it. Trust me.

Here are some pilfered pictures too...

Beautiful couple...

(Photo by Mike)

Adele had a good time making faces at people sitting behind us...

(Photo by Mike)

The ceremony was really nice, and the Bishop who performed it gave some good advice to the newlyweds. Luckily it was also pretty short because Fiona really wanted to go and pick up the rose petals she'd scattered on the way in; after all, we had picked them up after our practices! We got her to hold off until the ceremony was done, then she insisted that Andrew should help her pick them all up. It was cute.

After that we got to congratulate the new Mr. and Mrs.

Photographs were taken and we hung out for a while and had Adele take a nap before the reception started. The dinner was delicious and then there was a program with speeches, songs and a funny video. I hear the program was great, but both girls were having a hard time sitting still so we took a break outside and I missed it...

After that it was time for.... cake! Oh, the cake. I have never seen so many delicious cakes. Fiona wanted to try all of them, which was fine with me because I got to finish off all the cake she didn't eat. YUM! Then later there was some dancing, which is always fun. Fiona had so much fun dancing with Emily and Adele endured dancing with me though by then she was very tired.

First dance as husband and wife...

Everyone dancing!

(Photo by Mike)

We saw off the bride and groom and then headed home. Both girls fell fast asleep in the car and went straight to bed. We headed sadly back to Minneapolis early the next morning, waving goodbye to the mountains as we went. The girls did great on the plane there and back though, so who knows, maybe we'll have another exciting vacation sooner rather than later!

Congratulations Laurie and Nate! Looking forward to seeing you both next month!

7/4

For Americans, July 4th, or Independence Day is a day where they celebrate independence from Britain. The celebration usually takes the form of gathering with friends and family, eating delicious foods, and blowing things up. Mostly fireworks, but pretty much anything goes today. A nice part of this holiday is the day off work that comes with it...

For Ben and I July 4th will always have a special memory associated with it. July 4th, 2003 (yep, 7 whole years ago) was the day we first met. And to commemorate that, here's a stroll down memory lane... Most of you have probably heard this story before, but I'm telling it anyway!

I was hired for the summer as a research assistant in a lab in the psychology department at the University of Michigan. I needed somewhere to stay while I was there, and began researching apartment sublets. There were a few that I found that seemed reasonable, and I settled on one in particular. Due to a variety of things (none very interesting) the one I planned on fell through and I finally got hold of my number 2 choice and agreed to stay there. The person I was subletting from gave me the information of the person who'd be staying in the other room, and after a couple of phone conversations and a few emails I was confident that this person was not only not a psychopath, but seemed like a really nice guy. I'm talking about you, Jim!

I arrived on July 2nd, though my luggage did not. I'm not sure if it turned up on the 3rd or 4th, but I was very relieved when it did because my new roommate and I were going to have going to hang out and go to a fireworks display with his cousin and some people for the 4th of July, and I don't think they'd have appreciated my new "Scotland never gets this hot and I only have one spare shirt and it's already pretty nasty" scent.

We were picked up on the evening of the 4th and piled into the car. In the front was Jim's cousin Ben, and his friend Peter, and in the back was a girl, who was the girlfriend of one of them, but I wasn't sure which one exactly. I remember thinking "I hope she's not the cute one's girlfriend, because that would be just my luck" but at no point on the drive over did it become clear, and I felt too awkward and shy to ask.

Once we arrived at the location of the fireworks I figured out that the girl was with the "other one" which was good news, and not only that but the cute one spent the duration of the evening standing with his back to the fireworks chatting with me. He seemed very nice and friendly and funny, and let's not forget about the cuteness, and I had a very pleasant evening.

Of course, all good things come to an end. But not before we all stopped for a snack on the way home and I discovered that the big scoop of ice cream on my french toast that I took a bite of was, in fact, butter (first of many exciting discoveries about American food customs). A few days later I told Jim I thought his cousin was cute, and shortly after that we had a group outing where he decided I was cute too, and then asked me out for real on a real date where he paid for my beers and made me laugh and smooched me on the doorstep (sorry, Dad), and the rest is history.

And now, if you made it through all that, are some pictures for your enjoyment!

There are very few pictures of us together from that summer, but here's a really bad one...

And here's one from a few months later when he visited me at Christmas. Wow, we were young!

And because that day led to big things, here is a picture of the girls from today, ready to party!

Happy 4th of July everyone!