Bright Sun-Shiny Day

You have to love the wonderful South Carolina sunshine! I can't help but laugh every time I look at this picture. It brings back memories about how bright it was that day.

Thanks LaPo for taking such wonderful and candid pictures!

Big Boy

The picture below is from Sept. 2008 when Grant was...bigger



This picture is Grant in May 2009 the day before our wedding.
I can't believe the difference, he doesn't even look like the same person! People ask him how he lost all of the weight and he says he fell in love.

Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue

For the last two weeks since we've been married I've been trying to think of a great blog to write about the wedding and the week following the big event. I've finally realized the reason I have such writers block is because the whole week went so fast and was a blur. Honestly, the only thing I remember about the ceremony was when the ring was a little tight and I had to push really hard to get it on Grant's finger. Oh yeah and the kids in the pool down the hill who were playing Marco-Polo loud enough for everyone on the side of the mountain to hear...I guess every wedding has some memory! Looking at the pictures of the reception I really don't remember any of it. I think I was just way too happy and excited for it all to sink it. The only real bridezilla moment I had, which wasn't bad at all, was because the groomsman's vests didn't match and Grant's shirt was white and everyone else's were ivory, the color of my dress. After a few deep breaths and swapping of vests everything went fine. I got complimented by a couple of the boys on how well I kept my cool. I think my mom had a lot more stress than me and she really showed it! The thing that stressed her out so much was that my hair wasn't even done at 11:30 for our noon wedding! By that time I was too exhausted from all the stress of the day before to even care, I just knew we were going to get married regardless of what time it was!



We spent the next week just relaxing at the beach but by Wednesday we were ready to be back at our home in Lovell! Grant was in a wedding the weekend after ours so we had to stay down at the beach. The wedding he was in probably cost 5 times the amount our did, but at the end of the day, they are just as married as we are!



We had a beautiful wedding and reception(s). I want to thank everyone who had helped in any way! My parents, grandma, Grant's parents and sister were the biggest helps by far we could never repay them for everything they did for us! A special thanks to Lauren for taking such wonderful pictures the day after the wedding! But there were countless amounts of people who made our big day perfect!














A happy marriage is a new beginning of life, a new starting point for happiness and usefulness.

- Dean Stanley

The Gangs of Lovell

Yesterday while driving in Lovell, Grant and I saw 4 boys riding their bikes off of a ramp behind Red Apple, the local grocery store. It made us think back to our childhoods and tell stories about crashing our bikes. As we drove on we saw another group of young boys riding their mountain bikes by the church. Grant made the comment about there being bike gangs made up of children in Lovell. He made up names for the different gang, the boys behind the grocery store was the punk bmx bike gang and the other boys were the mountain bike gang. We then starting noticing the abundance of kids that ride bikes in groups in this small little town! The little boy with training wheels that lives down the road is in training to be in a gang, but he needs to lose the helmet first. Sitting at dinner table, looking out of the window we noticed the girl that lives across the road, who is probably 8 years old, rides around with her stuffed animal and her little friends who all wear matching clothing, they are the pink ladies. Finally there is baseball boys. They are straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting. This gang is made up of 3 members, they ride their bikes around in cut off jean shorts, little white t-shirts, their baseball caps, their baseball mitts dangling from their handle bars, and classic chuck high tops.

Lovell is the cutest, safest, and friendly town I have ever lived in. There are no parents to be seen with all of these kids on bikes, there is no worries about bad people, plus there is about 10 police cars patrolling the town all day.