daniel's wedding.

My big brother, Daniel, got married on Friday to a gorgeous girl named Erika. It was the first temple sealing session I've been to since my own wedding more than two years ago, so it was special. Daniel and Erika were both just gleaming; you could tell they were so happy and excited! When they got out of the temple, we took family pictures under the hot sun, and Matt even wore the tie Daniel made for him last Christmas, so it was a good day. (And would you look at my baby bump! Sheesh!)

After eating some of the best food of my life at the Joseph Smith Memorial Building (the best food of my life, probably because I was sooo hungry by the time we started eating) and listening to a few good toasts and skits, we headed down to the reception in Pleasant Grove. We took a few minutes while Daniel and Erika were standing in their line to decorate Daniel's car in a very sexual fashion. You really cannot except less from the Barlockers, though.

Zac and I spent the rest of the night catching up with some of my really good friends, drinking Italian soda, and dancing outside. We sent Daniel and Erika off under a pathway of sparklers, and stayed late cleaning up balloons and streamers. It was such a good day, and I couldn't be more happy for my brother!

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on the dance floor.

We drove up to South Jordan tonight with Erica and Wes for Erik's wedding! And for driving 60 miles in this snowy weather, I was surprised the car only slid once (Wes was driving)! We got there, ate brownies with ice cream on top, and Erica and I danced our hearts out like we were at a stake dance in high school, while our husbands did pity dances, or hung out by the drinks.

And while we were eating wedding cake, an old man came up to Zac and said that he looked like he needed to eat a few more pieces. Apparently Zac is too skinny for the likings of old men. 

One of my favorite parts of tonight was slow dancing with my Zac, because the last time we slow danced together was at our own wedding. Weddings make me so happy. They're so romantic!

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bernz is married!

My bass player/roommate got herself married on Friday night. Everyone, meet Erica, and her husband, Wes. We call Erica "Bernz" around these parts, and Wes is just Wes. I've known Bernz since we were 16 (that's 6 years, people). We were in a high school band together, and she was my most recent college roommate until a month before I got married.

Bernz and I, we met our husbands on the same day. On September 8, 2010, as Bernz and I were riding the shuttle home from school, she complimented a guy on his shirt. This guy's name was Wes. On the way home, she told me how hot she thought he was, and that night, we made plans to visit him in Building A where he told her he lived. For dinner, Bernz made pasta, and I made caramel corn for dessert (that I totally messed up). After dinner, Bernz, Rachel and I walked all the way down to Building A, caramel corn in hand, and knocked on Wes's door.

Wes was in his room playing video games, and his roommate was there watching him play. We walked in and greeted them both. As Bernz was discretely checking out Wes, my eye was caught by the roommate and his thick-rimmed glasses. Little did I know that the roommate was my future husband.

After that, we all (Wes, Erica, me, Zac, Rachel, and sometimes Ryan and Nick) hung out every night and watched youtube videos, went to BYU campus to listen to music, went to museums and to the gas stations to get drinks. Soon enough, Bernz and I had boyfriends! And now, as of Friday, we've made husbands out of those boyfriends, and I could not be more happy!

Did I mention that Bernz and I now have the same last name? Apparently Zac and Wes are distant cousins, or something, which makes me and Bernz sisters, I think.

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