Scarlet Fever: Tailgating 101 - (614) Magazine - Columbus, OH

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Scarlet Fever: Tailgating 101 - (614) Magazine - Columbus, OH
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The Reeve men and the Buckeye Squad are famous! Can't think of a better way to kick off Buckeye football season than this great write-up about our tailgate! Want to learn more? Check out the Buckeye Squad Facebook page. Go Bucks!

O-H!

It Whispers...So Listen Closely.

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Sorry folks. No Good Morning Ohio post today...instead, I'm going to talk about something a lot more serious and a lot more personal. Yesterday, my family found out that my step-mom has ovarian cancer. She had surgery yesterday and is recovering now. She had a full hysterectomy, had most of her large intestine and some of her small intestine removed. She's going to need chemo, but we won't know what kind or for how long or any of the details until her results come back from the Pathologist. She'll be there at least a week.

All of this...this bullshit cancer affecting another amazing person in my life. It makes me so angry and sad and scared. Honestly, I didn't know very much about ovarian cancer until yesterday. In my attempt to understand the disease my step-mom is fighting, I did what any technologically-savvy person would do. I Googled it. Did you know that there are signs to look for? Signs of early detection?

So today, for yourself and for every woman you love, I'm going to share those early warning signs with you. Please take the time to read this + share it -- email it, tweet it, whatever. If we can arm ourselves with knowledge, maybe we can prevent more women from having to go through what my step-mom is going through right now. 

The most important thing to know about ovarian cancer is that there are signs...but they aren't obvious. They say ovarian cancer whispers...so we need to listen very closely. There is no annual screening test and it's the most deadly of the female cancers. The only way it can be detected is through an annual Gynecological exam -- I implore you to make an appointment NOW if you haven't been in the last year. 

As taken from the Lilies of the Valley Ovarian Support & Awareness Group in Tennessee:

There is NO SCREENING TEST for ovarian cancer. 
The best tool we have for early diagnosis is awareness of symptoms.  Symptoms represent a significant change in the body, and they are persistent, lasting almost daily for more than a few weeks. 

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Symptoms of Ovarian Cancer

(Gynecologic Cancer Foundation Consensus Statement)

Historically ovarian cancer was called the "silent killer" because symptoms were not thought to develop until the chance of cure was poor. However, recent studies have shown this term is untrue and that the following symptoms are much more likely to occur in women with ovarian cancer than women in the general population^1,2.

These symptoms include:

• Bloating
• Pelvic or abdominal pain
• Difficulty eating or feeling full quickly
  
• Urinary symptoms (urgency or frequency)

Women with ovarian cancer report that symptoms are persistent and represent a change from normal for their bodies. The frequency and/or number of such symptoms are key factors in the diagnosis of ovarian cancer³. Several studies show that even early stage ovarian cancer can produce these symptoms^2-6.

Women who have these symptoms almost daily for more than a few weeks should see their doctor, preferably a gynecologist. Prompt medical evaluation may lead to detection at the earliest possible stage of the disease. Early stage diagnosis is associated with an improved prognosis.

Several other symptoms have been commonly reported by women with ovarian cancer^2-5. These symptoms include fatigue, indigestion, back pain, pain with intercourse, constipation and menstrual irregularities. However, these other symptoms are not as useful in identifying ovarian cancer because they are also found in equal frequency in women in the general population who do not have ovarian cancer¹.

 
References

1. Goff BA, Mandel LS, Melancon CH, Muntz HG. Frequency of symptoms of ovarian cancer in women presenting to primary care. JAMA 2004;291:2705-12. Level II-2
2. Olson SH, Mignone L, Nakaraseive C,, Caputo TA, Barakat RR, Harlap S. Symptoms of ovarian cancer. Obstet Gynecol 2001;98:212-7. Level II-2
3. Goff BA, Mandel L, Muntz HG, Melancon CH. Ovarian carcinoma diagnosis: results of a national ovarian cancer survey. Cancer 2000;89:2068-75. Level III
4. Vine MF, Ness RB, Calingaert B, Schildkraut JM, Berchuck A. Types and duration of symptoms prior to diagnosis of invasive or borderline ovarian tumor. Gynecol Oncol 2001;83:466-71. Level III
5. Yawn BP, Barrette, BA, Wollan, PC. Ovarian cancer: the neglected diagnosis. Mayo Clin Proc 2004;79:1277-1282. Level III
6. Goff BA, Mandel L, Drescher CW, Urban N, Gough S, Schurman K, Patras J. Mahony BS, Anderson M. Development of an ovarian cancer symptom index. Cancer 2007;109:221-7. Level II-2

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THERE IS NO SCREENING TEST FOR OVARIAN CANCER; THEREFORE THE BEST TOOL WE HAVE FOR EARLY DETECTION IS AWARENESS OF SYMPTOMS.

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RISK FACTORS INCLUDE:

• Increasing age
• Family history of ovarian, breast, colon, prostate, endometrial or pancreatic cancer (consider genetic counseling)
• Infertility/low number of children
• Personal cancer history
  

Again, please share this information with a woman today, whether it be family, friend, co-worker or stranger. Rise above your ordinary interactions with the Internet today. Do something great. Sharing this information might help someone. It might save someone's life.


Thank you,
Evelyn

Giving Thanks

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Wishing you all over-sized plates of yumminess, elastic waistbands, tryptophan naps, games with friends and family and maybe a little football too, but, most of all, I wish you the the love and thanksgiving of friends, neighbors, family and strangers. May we all count our blessings for all we have and say prayers for those who may be struggling this year. Above all else, take time to consider what Thanksgiving means to you and be thankful in your heart. Give back your time, money, prayers...whatever you can, whenever you can, to those who need us now because, in an instant, we could be in their shoes. Never take for granted the blessings bestowed upon you. Thank God, thank your family, your husband or wife, your kids, your friends....everyone who helps you smile, laugh, love, cry and cherish your life a little more than before.

I am thankful for all of you, taking the time to read this! I wish for you all a day of rest with loved ones, to take a step back and remember how Thanksgiving used to be and to make time to slow down our busy, modern lives enough to enjoy the simple things.

Happy Thanksgiving to you all!

A funny thing happened on the way to the outlet mall...

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As much as I'd love to take credit for the following hilarious story, it is all my sister's doing. She even said to me, "Oh, this story so needs to go on your blog." And thus, I begin the story of my sister's ill-fated trip to the outlet mall.

Back Story: Sissy is freaking out a little bit about what to wear to the rehearsal dinner. She tells me a few days ago, "Oh, please don't ask. I just don't know yet. I have to try to put something together, but I'm not sure I have the perfect pieces."

Then, yesterday, I get this text message:

"I effed up im in mexico! I missed my exit and i had to go thru the mexico border! OMG pray for me please. Say a prayer we make it back to the usa!!!"

Of course, I had a baby heart attack and wrote her back and called her, trying to figure out why:
1. She was anywhere nearer to Mexico than she is normally...one of the side effects to living in SoCal.
2. If she needs me to fax her birth certificate or if I had to talk to a border guard to beg them to let her back in so she doesn't miss her flight home for the wedding in a few days!

The story goes something like this...

Sissy and her roommate CC got this great idea to go shopping and Sissy really wanted to find the outlet mall. She knew it was somewhere not too far away and after looking up the directions, realizes it's a pretty straight shot. Just take highway 5 all the way to Exit 1A. Yep. The first exit inside the States. Undaunted, they jump into the car and head out for a mini shopping adventure. Only they were having too much fun, apparently, because the next thing Sissy knows is CC is freaking out and yelling that she had missed the exit and they're now in Mexico and that CC doesn't have his driver's license! Sissy is yelling at the border gate lady, "Is there a place to turn around? I missed my exit!" And the lady just keeps flagging her forward and saying, "Go! Go!" So much for that idea.

Sissy is now freaking out, too, because getting into Mexico is as easy as missing an exit. So they're freaking out, trying to call some people, trying to figure out how to turn around. Now there tends to be some different traffic rules in foreign countries -- Mexico included. We decided to call it a traffic fiesta. So Sissy is driving around in this traffic fiesta, manages to find a McDonald's and they start to figure out how to make it back. Miraculously, Sissy finds some kind of roundabouts or something and gets back to the border. Where she gets to wait in traffic for 2. Whole. Hours. At this point, she tells me, "We're so hot. We're pissed off. I'm running low on gas and NO I DON'T WANT A CHURRO I JUST WANT TO GO HOME." (And, of course, I about died laughing.) She says to me, "No. You don't understand. It's not like it's missing the outlet to Jeffersonville and ending up in Cincinnati, folks. It's Hi. Mexico. We're in Mexico." And, of course, I laugh harder.

So, then comes the border patrol guy. Now, I don't know about you, but I'm fairly certain they're getting through because, really. Who in their right mind could make up a story like this?! Sissy hands the guard her ID and asks if she has a passport.

Sissy: "No. I don't have my passport. I'm not even supposed to be in Mexico."

Guard: (a bit confused) "Then what are you doing here?"

Sissy: "I got lost because I missed my exit looking for the outlet mall. Now, I just want to go home." (I can only imagine the look on the guard's face.)

The guard asked CC for his ID, which, of course, he didn't have.

Sissy: "No, he doesn't have his ID. We weren't planning on coming to Mexico. We were just trying to get to the outlet mall."

After the rigmarole the guards have to go through ("Is this your car, etc.") They let the two crazy Americans go home.

You know what? They didn't even make it to the outlet mall. I think that's the last time Sissy ever tries to discount shop!

The moral of the story: Make sure you carry your ID at all times, you aren't enjoying your road trip so much you miss an exit and end up in Mexico and that outlet mall discounts aren't always worth the hassle. Thanks to Sissy for the great story!!

Post-Halloween, Pre-Wedding Fun

Yay! I stole a few moments from an otherwise crazy-busy day to say what a great time we had on Halloween, share some fun pictures and gush about wedding stuff. And who doesn't love all that good stuff?!

Let's start with Halloween. Oh it was SO much fun! Passed out treats at Momma's house. It's nothing short of amazing that I managed to bribe convince two other people to don mouse costumes, but it worked! Momma, D. and I were the Three Blind Mice for trick-or-treating and Mr. M was one VERY scary butcher. /shudder

My completely adorable future nieces. Cutest flower fairies ever!

Then, as if one costume wasn't enough fun for all, D. and I went home, changed costumes (Sookie Stackhouse & Vampire Bill from True Blood) and headed off to the Short North Highball. Aside from being very cold, it was a blast. Spiked hot apple cider for me, beer for D., friends, music and some of the most creative, brilliant costumes I've ever seen...and nearly all hand-made! Yay! We were too cold to see who made away with the $1,000 Grand Prize costume prize. Can't wait for next year!

After a whirlwind weekend, bright and early Monday morning, I had my final dress fitting! Hurrah! And aside from the seamstress accidentally giving my crinoline away to another bride just a few days ago, it was perfect. The bustle. OH! Who knew I'd love my dress even more with a bustle?! Seriously, folks. I didn't want to take the dress off. Momma had to tell me we had to go. Twice. As far as wedding dresses go, I think that's about as much dress love as I've had. But really. I have to find a way to wear it again, somewhere, sometime. Once just isn't enough!

This week is the last big push for wrapping up those pesky To Do list items, but I am feeling pretty good. Honestly, I can say that the hard work up to this point was completely worth it. Next week, all I'll need to do is get a massage, a mani/pedi, drop off my vases to the florist and relax with my friends and family. Then? It's GO time!

10 more days and counting..!

Happy Birthday, Sissy

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13 Today

{First day of school, 3 years ago. More fashion sense at 10 than most adults.}

My cousin turns 13 today. He's one cool kid, too...though he told me two days ago, "In two days, I'm not a kid anymore." My sister and I howled. We tried to tell him that WE are still kids in the eyes of our adults. We tried to tell him he'll always be a kid to us, but I'm fairly certain he ignored us (as 13-year-olds are prone to do.)

All of this got me thinking...do you remember your 13th birthday? I remember 10 (aka Batman birthday) and I remember 15 (Jack's Surfboards t-shirt present birthday) and 16 (one. memorable. birthday), but 13? I'm drawing a blank. Funny how when it's your day, you're so impressionable. You're so right there in the moment. Then? 17 years pass and you don't remember a thing.

Birthdays are a big deal in our family, but especially to my Sissy and me. We go all out. We prefer to make (and receive) handmade cards and gifts, too, if you're of the craft-friendly persuasion. Queen for the day, dinner is your choice. Sissy's choice was always mom's spaghetti (because, frankly, it rocks.) Mine? I think it was a toss-up between pizza and hot dogs and mac & cheese. What can I say? I had simple tastes. Heck, I still think that would make for a tasty birthday dinner!

What is your fondest (or most memorable) birthday? Did it involve mac & cheese or too many Jell-o shots like a few of my birthdays past? Though I have a tendency to think every year is better than the last because it's another year here to celebrate, I think one of my top fave birthdays was my 30th. Perfection.

So, to my cousin T. The only 3-year-old who loved The Beastie Boys and skateboarding...not that Sissy didn't have a little something to do with it :) We love you, kid (oops, I mean, man.)

Soul Food

{Litlnemo's Grandma's Pumpkin Pie Recipe}

I come from a long line of soul foodies -- grandmas, grandpas, parents, aunts, uncles and a sister who cook not merely to feed your belly, they cook to feed your soul. I have early memories of both of my grandmothers cooking for Sissy and me. To this day, I still will have "bites" of my mom's food, right off of her plate, because I swear it tastes better than if I had my own. I remember Sissy growing her own radishes when she was about 5 and having to scoot a chair to the sink to wash them. I have more food memories than time to retell them. Food is more than food to me. When it comes from my family, it's true soul food.

Now, it's no secret that I don't cook much. I love LOVE to bake, but I just don't cook - partly from semi-rational kitchen fire fears and partly because I don't understand the basics. My mom and sister are what you'd call "garbage cooks". They can whip up a 5-course gourmet meal from whatever they have on hand. It is completely amazing to witness and even better to sample. Me? I need a recipe.

But what happens when I have a recipe is nothing short of magic. I'm fearless. I get it. I just need scientific precision in the kitchen or I'm not tempted to try (though you'll be proud to know I didn't measure my spices for Beef Burgandy...that was all pinches and dashes. Very proud.)

The one part that I played in the orchestration of my bridal shower was to ask each lady invited to share their favorite recipe with me, to become part of my first, my own family recipe album. Not only did so many dear ladies contribute, but many recipes came from overseas. The ones that really got me, though, were the photocopies of recipes from my grandmother's and my great aunt's kitchens, written in their hand. They were the ones that made me cry. Who knew a recipe for fish fry breading could be charged with so much emotion?

Now, thanks to the completely amazing women in my life, I am armed with my more than 2-dozen recipes and am determined to learn to cook for the soul, too. With a gift like that, who needs presents?

If Sissy Wore Skirts...

I think she'd look something like this. Don't let her fool you; she's pure country gardener under that hoodie.

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Grandchildren.

"Grandchildren are the crown of the aged, and the glory of children is their fathers."
Proverbs 17:6

Like Ireland, but Smaller..

If you're looking for a fun local-to-Central-Ohio festival this weekend, head over to the Dublin Irish Festival. We go every year...I think I've been every year for the past 16! I like to consider myself a bit of an DIF expert :)

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Not only has it quadrupled in size over the years (they expect well over 100,000+ people this weekend), the merchants and features have expanded exponentially -- the history, storytelling, children's activities, genealogy, Feis dancing shows, talented musicians (including many international acts...like the Prodigals and Gaelic Storm), good food (Jeni's has 2 tents this year!) and so much more. Honestly, it's nearly impossible not to have a good time here!

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My one disappointment is missing Sneaky Peat's as a regular vendor. I miss his antics and peat-smoked BBQ! BRING HIM BACK DUBLIN IRISH FESTIVAL!

So, time for me to get ready to head on over this afternoon. Don't forget extra cash, comfy shoes and SUNBLOCK! And a word to parents out there: the atmosphere becomes decidedly drunken and much less "small child friendly" once the sun sets.

Slán go fóill!

Roots

About ten years ago, a distant relative named Joel Gregory Harris compiled a book called William H. Harris: 1840-1875, Descendants of a Confederate Soldier. Within this roughly 200-page book is the outlined family history of one of my great-great-great-grandfathers. With copies of original Civil War documents, transcriptions of Wills, stories and hundreds of people named as family relations, it's one of the most fascinating books I've ever read.

As a strange and unexpected by-product to wedding planning, I've been struggling a bit with the feeling of losing my own history and identity, moving from my family to his. When Dad died, Sissy and I both had a long conversation about how we're his kids and how we need to not only embrace history, we need to consider ourselves buds on our family tree -- just waiting for the opportunity to start our own families and become our own branch. Every day that passes, I'm a little closer to becoming my own branch.

Well, I've self-proclaimed myself Family Historian...and I'm taking on the WHOLE family! I've signed up for a genealogy website and started compiling as much information as possible. Once the wedding's over and Ohio's winter is in full swing, I'm going to dedicate at least a couple of hours a week to working on it. It's going to be hard work, but if I don't do it, who will?

This begs the question: Have you ever done any family tree investigation? Where did you start? Have any advice or recommendations for someone just starting?

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Flower Girl Fashion Show

When you're 2, one flip flop suffices.

Lil's flower girl dress fits like a charm. Well made in the U.S.A., the perfect color and less than $35! The back is darling...little buttons and the sash ties into a big bow. It really couldn't be more perfect.

Check out Duckings & Daffodils' eBay store...I highly recommend it!

Nothing beats a Lyman.

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Growing up on Lake Erie had its ups and downs (winters are a drag, for certain), but all those winter blues were magically swept away when Port Clinton opened for the season. From Memorial Day weekend to the start of school at the end of August, Lake Erie was our playground. Swimming, fishing, boating, bike rides, melty ice creams, muffleheads, roller skating at Gem Beach, scabbed knees and sun-kissed, freckled faces sum up every summer of my childhood. Even after being away 17 years, every summer I feel an ache in my heart for it all. Things change up there so quickly...both Portage and Catawba Elementary Schools closed. Gem Beach Roller Rink has been closed for ages, same as the putt-putt that was just around the corner. Lots of businesses come and go, but just enough stays the same that it is familiar. It's home.

Fishing on the Dock
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One of the things I miss the very most is my grandpa's vintage Lyman. That's a boat to most people who don't know better, but to someone with a Lyman, it's so much more than a boat. I'll never forget the summer I became First Mate. Oh yes, sounds glamorous doesn't it? It certainly did to a ten year old, but what it meant is early mornings cleaning the boat, scrabbling to drop anchor or push off, laying bumpers or pretty much anything else Grandpa could get me to do. As much as I just wanted to swim and sun myself, I treasure every memory I have working on Ma Honey those summers with Grandpa.

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My family had sad news this week. Grandpa's only brother passed away. He was the last true link to my maternal grandfather's family and it's hit me in a very tender spot. Though I didn't know Uncle Ron very well myself, he was my Grandpa's brother and that is enough for me to miss him already. I bet Uncle Ron really liked Grandpa's Lyman, too.

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Sisters

Yin and yang, Sissy and me (left). Don't let those darling matching jackets, feather festooned cowgirl hats nor those sweet little grins fool you. We really could be rotten when we wanted to be. Well. She more than I. Or perhaps I was just better at not being caught :)

A Hometown Wedding: *Print Goes to Catawba

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As soon as the weather begins to warm and the sun shines bright in a clear blue sky, my mind immediately goes to my childhood. I grew up in a small community on Lake Erie, so the coming summer meant a huge influx of tourism (it IS the Walleye Capital, you know..), cute vacationing boys, lots of swimming, bike riding, roller skating (oh we miss you Gem Beach Roller Rink), fish frys, fresh sweet corn and peaches and the Catawba Island Fire Department Chicken Dinner. Nothing, to this day, makes me smile more than coming in over Sandusky Bay Bridge on a sunny, summer day, rolling down the windows and smelling deep the fresh Lake air.

My lovely D. happened upon these shots from Christa, our wedding photographer at *Print (holla!) and lo and behold -- they were shot at Mon Ami Restaurant & Winery on Catawba Island (and not too far from where D. proposed!)

How cool is that?! This is one of my favorite shots...with the huge wine casks. Gorgeous. The limestone barrel arch of the ceiling makes for a great shot, too.

A little bit about the history of Catawba Island, as it relates to wine:

Grape growing became an important part of Catawba’s economy when Nicholas Longworth, of Cincinnati, brought the first Catawba Grape vines here from North Carolina. The first commercial grape business was started in 1860 by Mr. Henry Ellithorp and Mr. H. Newton. Others followed, and in 1862 the largest number of vines were owned by P.E. Andrews. In 1871 there were 345 acres of vineyards, and by 1874 there were 6—acres producing grapes. The Catawba Wine Company had a cellar of 130,000-gallon capacity.

The Mon Ami Winery was built in 1871, and has had many owners. Norman Mantey converted the first floor of the winery to a restaurant, which he called The Mon Ami Champagne Company."

And a bit more about the crazy popular peach crop that started after the grape phenom:

"Apple and peach orchards were started commercially in the 1870’s. Fruit was shipped out by boat and railroad in huge quantities, and Catawba produce enjoyed a fine reputation in the cities. There are still many acres planted in fruit trees, but now many of the buyers come to the area to make their purchases."

This paragraph doesn't really do it justice, so here's a bit more:

"A seeming misnomer lurks in the appellation “Catawba,” as applied to the island when its surface was covered with vineyards - the Catawba grape figuring most prominently and suggesting the name, once appropriate; but having passed through an evolutionary period, the island is now transformed into a paradise of peach orchards, such as can be found in no other portion of Ohio. Few, indeed, are the vineyards found at the present date on Catawba. The few that still remain show many peach trees planted between the rows. When these come into bearing, the vines will be dug out.

J. W. Gamble and A. S. Reynolds each planted about 1000 peach trees on Catawba about thirty-five years ago, this being the first attempt there to raise peaches for market, and their neighbors called them “crazy.” The experiment worked so well, however, that hundreds of vineyards were subsequently uprooted to make room for peach trees.

J. W. Gamble had been engaged in orcharding for quite a number of years in Highland County, Ohio, previous to 1861 and left a fine peach orchard just coming into bearing to enlist in the 2nd O. V. I., which was later engaged at the battle of “Bull's Run.” The two men above mentioned were the pioneers of peach culture on Catawba Island."

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So, here's what I suggest. This summer, when you're planning your next "staycation" in or near Ohio, pack your swim suit and head up to Lake Erie, stay in Port Clinton, feast on amazing fresh fish, swim in the lake (and don't be a sissy about it), visit Bergman's Orchard for the best peaches you'll ever eat in this lifetime (and support a local farm), grab a glass of wine and dinner at Mon Ami and grab some beers on Put-in-Bay. There isn't a better way to spend a weekend, I promise!

In Memory of...

As we continue to near our wedding day, I can't help but think of all of the truly amazing people in my life who have passed, including my dad last year. It sucked. There isn't much else I can say without getting really sad, but knowing that my dad can't walk me down the aisle gets me a little choked up (to say the least.) I miss him every, single day but try to maintain a healthy perspective on life and death, how quickly life passes and how each day should be a day to cherish. This is it for us -- no trial runs here people, so make the most of it!

Even though D. didn't know my dad well (he lived in another state and we simply didn't get together as often as we'd have liked), I am so thankful for D. asking my dad permission to marry me. I know that my dad knew, deep down, that we'd get married one day. After all, D. made a promise to my dad that he'll always keep. To me, it doesn't get much more special than that.

To honor my dad, not only did we pick a very special day to get married (November 13 was the anniversary of my parents' first date and also the date he proposed to my mom), I've found a way to have my dad with me when I walk down that aisle -- as a photo inside a locket pinned to my bouquet wrap. I got this mint vintage locket brooch off of eBay for about $7-8 with shipping. I thought the colored cabochons would be beautiful against any flowers, too. I would've loved a vintage heirloom, but there were none to be found in the family. Now I'll have my own and maybe it will become an heirloom in my new little family. I love that idea.

D. and I have quite a few other special people for whom we'd like to honor at our ceremony. One idea I like is a memorial vase with a flower for each person with a small name tag on each, all placed in a vase at the altar. Simple, but thoughtful. I thought it would be fitting to move it to the reception and place it on the escort card or guest book table, too. Here's something with the same premise, but I'm thinking no baby's breath, less greenery, would need more flowers and dress up the vase a bit.

{Courtesy NeckersPhoto.com}

I love the idea of setting up a photograph display, too. Perhaps we could do both? Would that be too much? Is there such a thing?

{Courtesy: The Knot}

We're also definitely including something in our wedding programs, but that almost goes without saying, as it's the least we could do to remember such important people.

How did you (or do you plan to) honor the memories of your loved ones at your wedding?

Snow Day!

Bubs and I went sledding a couple weeks ago and had a blast! Snow is fun! That's me, the snow angel. The other is Bubs and his super cutie niece Lily (our Flower Girl and my birthday "twin"!)