Thank you all for your kind words regarding our ‘sick’ house.
MOB=Mother Of the Bride.
I wanted to share more wedding photos, so I can say I didn’t neglect anyone of the joyous day. Funny how it took so long to plan that magical day and *poof* it’s over. I can say though, I was more ‘present’ for Lolo’s wedding than for ours. That might have something to do with 100 less people. Less is more.

They are the prettiest couple. I can’t take ALL The credit, but I made HER. Ok, I’m gonna take a lot of the credit, because I MADE HER. If you can even imagine it, she is even prettier on the inside.



Nathan’s Mom and I assisted with the Handfasting/binding portion of the ceremony. I had no idea these two were kinky, but then again, they also own several sets of handcuffs, so there I go being naive again. Lauren said they came with the badge and uniform, but I’m not 100% sure.





I said it before, but the venue was absolutely magical. I thought the kids were crazy for picking a venue two hours from our house, but clearly, they had a vision. Since we were in Tampa, we did as the Tampan’s and had a bonafide cigar roller on site. I didn’t partake since I gave up tampons. I mean, cigars. Hell, I gave up both. Max and Mattis had their own signature drinks; an Old Fashioned (Nathan’s fave) and a Margarita (a nod to my Mom).






You know how they say A Mother’s Work Is Never Done? Well, it is true. On the wedding day, not only did I have to wake up at the ass crack of dawn so my suite could be used for hair and makeup, later I was in charge of reappying Lolo’s lipstick, I also put on her veil, buttoned up her dress, put on her shoes and then, I had to pin on the Coach’s boutonnière before Binding the kids hands together. Truth be told, pinning the boutonniere was harder than it looked, so the photographer did it for me. Hey, I was tired by then!






This day will go down as The Very Best Wedding Ever.
Did you think I’d go through this whole post and not mention my hair? DO YOU EVEN KNOW ME?


I suppose in these photos, it really doesn’t look so bad, so maybe I’m actually getting over something, letting it go as they say. People, I believe that is called Personal Growth and I’d like a Gold-freaking-Star.
Thanks for enjoying the lovely photos with me.
Now what will I have to talk about? Oh, shucks. I’m sure I’ll think of something.
XOXO
Your Friend Suz, The Proudest MOB
