Jared, married.

A beautiful and wonderful time had by all. Above, my brother Jared and I. Below, who even knows.
Below, Bethany playing with Lillie. Thank you to each and every person who helped me with her over the weekend!
Sisters listening to Dad tell a story.
Lills being ridiculously babyish and etible.
Hm. A baby and a dumpster. Somewhere between Sacramento and Monterey.

I have photos. Lots of them. I am going to finish editing the wedding ones before I post. At the rate I am working, it will be next week.

Lills was a terror but that did not stop us from having a rip roaring time. Every single time I go to California I feel it whisper my name in the wind, "Sarah.... welcome home...."

Seriously, that place has so much to offer.

Plane ride was "fine", meaning Lillie did not vomit or have explosive diarrhea during any flight, no one turned around and complained and all the flight attendants were nice. Nice, as in they gave her lots of apple juice. So much so that she blew out her diaper on the drive home from Orlando at 10:30 p.m. Sunday night. That was a fun clean up in the driveway at midnight. But hey, at least I have a driveway. A driveway that is connected to a house that contains my bed. The big comfy one with perfect pillows. They sang me to sleep.

Back to soccer practice, a van that overheats, and this hot Florida weather that threatens into early November. Curses.

Life really is good.