Before the insane-ness of packing for our Arizona trip began, Hubs and I and the nugget road-tripped it down to the Jersey Shore for my best friend's wedding. And by best friend I mean my absolute bestest bff in college, in the present day, and forever. Yeah. We're tight.
You can't beat a small wedding by the beach with beautiful fall decorations and even more beautiful summer temps. And despite the minister backing out the night before and one too many glasses of wine, the bride looked stunning {and skinny}. Just like I told her she would.
Now we can laugh in the face of that wine and all it's pre-wedding seduction.
Apparently baby girl also knows a few things about weddings.
How that red juice makes Mommy and Aunt Tracey laugh a lot.
How she'd be the only baby at the wedding and have an audience full of baby lovers to debut her new skill.
On the dance floor of all places. Very fitting.
And exactly one day before her first birthday. She's a walking woman.
There's no stopping her now.
Watch out, Mommy, Daddy, Dallas. Cabinets that Mommy didn't get safety locks for. Tissues.
Basically everything I can get my little hands on.
All those new toys I got for my birthday? Pshhh, those are for the crawlers.
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