Lately, my mind has been nonstop about San Francisco. I read a lot of blogs and follow a ton of Instagram accounts of people in San Fran and it has me day dreaming all the time. I have a bad (but so good) feeling that I’m going to fall in love and never want to come back to the East Coast. I really can’t believe that I’ve made it this far in life without ever having visited California. Jason and I have been talking about our First Year Anniversary trip and where we’d like to go. I suggested a very long weekend in San Fran but ideally, and not necessarily for our anniversary, I’d like to take a whole week or more to drive from LA up the Pacific Coast Highway to Big Sur, on to a few days in San Fran, then heading all the way up through the Redwood National Park to Seattle for a few more days. How amazing would that be? San Francisco is top on my list though and if I could get only a weekend, I’d take it in a heartbeat!
2 years and 1 day ago I married this really great guy. We married on a Friday afternoon on the Outer Banks of North Carolina under a beautiful lighthouse, about 10 hours after Prince William and Kate said “I do” in London. We were blessed with amazing weather and 45 of our family and closest friends surrounding us. At our casual, beach house reception we had our photographer take funny photos, ate key-lime cupcakes, and we danced the night away. For us, it was perfect.