I learned what love is. Finally.
And Mike must really love me.
Over the weekend Mike said "Do you want to go to Ikea?" I had not mentioned Ikea once that day...and for a guy who hates that place, for him to mention it out of the blue...must mean that he really loves me.
To be fair, I had mentioned Ikea a little earlier in the week. A little back story - We need more counter space in our kitchen. Who doesn't? Since we moved into our house, random shelving units have sat along a wall in our dining area - as an extension of our countertop, holding the microwave and other small appliances that we don't use every day.
One evening last week, I was flipping through the 2010 Ikea catalog while Mike was watching a TV show that I couldn't get into. Then lo and behold - I find the perfect table for our kitchen needs! The length is perfect to take up the whole wall and the depth is perfect too!
So I show the picture Mike - as he his fully engaged in his show - and he glimpses at it and says "Oh yeah, neat". Oh well, I think to myself as I store it away in my memory bank for a later time.
So I show the picture Mike - as he his fully engaged in his show - and he glimpses at it and says "Oh yeah, neat". Oh well, I think to myself as I store it away in my memory bank for a later time. I hadn't thought about it since until that joyous Saturday when my, ahem, husband, asked me if I wanted to go to Ikea and check it out! Wow! I didn't even think he was listening!!
Luckily, when we got there and saw it, he approved (he is very critical of Ikea furniture)! So now I have a new table that looks nice in our dining room and if functional for us as an extension of the kitchen! I'll post a picture after I set it up in a nice way...I'm still trying to figure out what goes where on/in it!
Love is going somewhere you hate just to make the one you love so incredibly happy. Thanks Mikey!!
It was way too windy to wear the veil that night...took a few pics with it and that was it. Sweet $70 bucks spent.
This is what we call our 'mean face' I don't really look mean do I? We make 'mean faces' at each other when we are fighting to get the other person to laugh. I know, adorable.
No, we are not Jewish, and yes, Mike broke a glass at the end of our ceremony. Why, you ask? 'Cause I wanted to. 
Here are a few other fun pics...
Starting the celebration!
My beautiful momma...
A view from above the festivites.
The drummer/singer from the steel drum band - Reel Ting!
...and the name cards.