Foutzberg Wedding Weekend

It's Wednesday, and I have still not recovered from the Foutzberg Wedding Weekend Extravaganza in Charleston. And I didn't even get drunk, thanks to my every-three-hour pumping requirement. But all Bergey events are exhausting, and when you throw in families, friends, bridesmaid/ officiant duties, uncooperative weather, a three month old, and all the trappings of a destination-slash-Southern-wedding long weekend blowout, you get... well, a nap on the floor of my office at lunch, if I'm lucky.

Of course, there were some high points. Les and Heather and Jackie and I escaped and hung on Jackie's plane for a bit on Thursday, and I was reminded what terrific girlfriends I have.

My wedding ceremony was apparently a hit. Multiple guests stopped by our table at the reception to tell me I was way cooler than their minister. Cracked us up. They must've missed the part about my sketchy internet ordination. But I guess if this lawyer gig doesn't work out, I have a backup plan.

I had a hot wedding date with an endless well of patience, who put up with all the craziness (and my absenteeism) without complaint,

and sent beautiful Valentine's Day roses to Jackie's rental house, where I spent most of the day getting ready instead of hanging out with him.

Finley got to spend quality time with her grandparents, who generously agreed to make a short-notice, three-leg journey across the United States to take care of her when our childcare plans fell through. Although I feel like I barely got to see them, I am grateful- and we did manage to take them to the famous Poe's Tavern, on Sullivan's Island. Finley likes bars, it seems.

And the three of us survived Finley's first and second flights.  Now she's a seasoned pro.

It was a short, nonstop hop down the coast, but we were pretty proud of ourselves for nailing it. She didn't cry at all, and slept most of the way. Her only real objection was to the absolutely awful rental car carseat. (Never. Again.)

Still, we were thrilled to be home again Monday, and to get a bonus snow day on Tuesday to get things back in order at home (and squeeze in some snowshoeing on the canal.) There were also some mimosas and a little self-congratulatory back-patting in there somewhere.









My favorite photo of the week is Finley, all tuckered out from her weekend travel, her snow day, and her recent growth spurt. There is, after all, no place like home.