The Job

Some days I really love being a lawyer.
I think it has to do with my confidence level.
Some days, I want to crawl under a rock and hide.

I'm starting to feel comfortable with what I am doing.
But soon, I'm going to leave this job, hopefully start a completely new job, and go through the process all over again. I guess that is a part of life.

Craig and I are sitting at my uncle's beautiful house, getting ready to attend a wedding tomorrow. We went to the rehearsal dinner tonight, at an awesome place in the middle of nowhere, Mississippi. The groom's family was from all over -- New Jersey, Ohio, St. Louis. Fun to be around. I like being reminded of cultural differences. Apparently the water glassses are super-sized in Mississippi. And fried catfish is not necessarily considered a delicacy outside the South.

One Month

One Month.

A month ago, I woke up oddly calm and ready for the day. The calmness did not come without a nine month history of preparing, journaling, thinking, worrying, and finally, a major freak out the day before leading to my mother taking away my to do list. I spent the morning getting ready, drinking mimosas, and eating brunch at my grandma's house with my sisters and friends.

I met my love at the church I grew up in and we had a meaningful ceremony surrounded with the love of our friends and family.

We walked out of the church, into a borrowed Thunderbird, and felt like we were walking on air. We made our way to a barn and partied with our friends and family.

The whole day felt like a blur, like Craig and I were in our own little bubble. Turns out, we ended up dancing in a sea of bubbles before leaving to start our life together.

Happy One Month, Craig :-)

All pictures taken by Erin Johnson Wingard