Wedding Bells Were Ringing

Last week I went to Utah for two weddings. My childhood friend (with whom I used to go rollerskating down the street in the most awesome apparel.....think leotards and tutus) and my very first mission companion (the girl who helped me learn Portuguese and made sure I remembered to wear my name tag every day) got married two days apart.

They were both beautiful, glowing brides. Both couples seem like a match-made-in-heaven. Both weddings were absolutely beautiful. I felt so lucky to be there.

I didn't really take any picture, so instead I stole some from other blogs. That's just how I roll.


Here are Mr. and Mrs. Neves.
And me with the new Mrs. Olsen (thanks Katie for taking a picture for me!) With all the love in the air, I really missed my sweet wonderful husband who wasn't able to go with me and the kids. The whole time I was gone I just kept thinking about how lucky I am to be married to the greatest guy in the world. On the day I got married I thought I would never be more in love, but it seems like every day I fall more and more in love with him. I love being married and I'm so excited for my friends who are starting off on this wonderful adventure.