Stories of A4: For the Record...

...the reason you should all post comments on my blog: you don't have to fill in awkward words like "ratchy" to do it. (That's the word Becca's made me write, and I still commented.) Yes, it would be "safer" and protect me from spam if I made you. But I'm sincerely not worried about spam on my blog... not to mention it's easy to delete.
Meh.
Point: you could comment if you wanted to, with relatively little hassle.

Today, my Gma asked me how long since Michael and I have been together. I immediately responded with "about a week." Come to find out, we'd been apart >4 days at that point. Wow. Fail. Have I mentioned every moment without him feels like an eternity? Literally. It's been 4 days, and I'm already sad/dying.
But it's okay.
Because we're getting married in just over a month.
AAAAAH!! So happy!!! (:

Want to see our wedding photos?
Erm. You can't. I haven't gotten them back.
BUT!
You can see my Mother's side shots, taken like a skilled Momma stalker would. Yay!

This is me after my 6:30 am appointment (insert groan and love for Jarom [the stylist who dealt with the 6:30 appt]). My flowers (which were LOVELY in person, who knew?), and my hairs.. which were 1930's finger waved and pulled back in to a french twist w/ (once again) lovely anemone hair pieces, too.
PS: Who knew Jarom was an amateur flower arranger? He fixed my boquet + inputted flower pieces into my hair. (:

I love him. (: This was our break... since photos aren't really a comfortable situation for either of us. Yay for random little benches in Temple Square.