One month after his birth was the weekend of celebration. Our closest family friends, Frankie & Ashley (who are true #RelationshipGoals, btw) finally got married! Ask anyone who knows them, this was a long time coming. I couldn't be more happier for my late brother's best friend and my former co-worker. The morning of our fun-filled weekend kicked off early, with a morning breakfast down at the local Village Inn. After getting back home, the four of us took a 3 hour nap to collect ourselves for the busy night ahead. I woke up, took care of my son, then proceeded to get ready. Once I was, my husband was still laying down in our bed. I urged him to get up and get ready as I do not like being late to a wedding or worse, showing up as the wedding party is making their way down the aisle.
By the time Greg was ready, Nathan was changed, fed, and bathed, dressed, and put in his carrier; we argued over Greg's attire, then drove off to the event.
Once there, we did show up just in time, plus, we were certainly not the last ones to show.
The ceremony was beautiful, outside, and with a few quirks. The groom pulled the same stunt I did at my wedding a year ago. We both said "I do," to our beloveds before the remaining vows were to be repeated. *facepalm*
The reception was fun and enjoyable. I would totally have danced more if not for my kid. I did get to slow dance with my husband, both with and without our son. I also got in line with Nathan to do the dollar dance with the lovely bride. She was ecstatic to hold him. When she went to give him back to me to let the next person dance with her, Darryl, one of the groomsmen, handed her sister more 1's to allow my son to dance with the bride even longer.
We actually stayed till after 10:00pm.
Once home, we changed and fed our son then he was out for the next 5 hours.
Sunday, he turned one month old. We celebrated by having my hubby's mom come over then going to the store to buy him a $50 present.
Needless to say, it was epic.