Summer Love

This year has been full of weddings and people getting engaged. so much love around me. One wedding in particular was very special. My brother Eric married the love of his life, Kendra. It took 26 years, but I finally have a sister. I got to be in the wedding party and she chose a great dress for us that we can wear again. Thank you!

Now on to some pictures.
Here is the garter that I knit for her. Eventually I will have a finished photo but I was too distracted that week with preparations.

The day before the ladies of the wedding party went to the spa. I had a body scrub, which felt great. My skin was so soft afterwards! 

There was minimal prepartion to make her into a lovely bride :)



There was a cermony (that I don't have photos of since I was in it), the cake was cut! That cake was one of the best cakes I've ever tasted!


 Then we all danced till we dropped.

We had a toast of Bailey's to welcome her to the Rooney Women!

And they Lived Happily Ever After.The End. 

Busy busy bee

So, I've been MIA and will be till after sunday. What's the reason you ask?

My brother is getting married!!!!

I'm in the wedding. So it's chaos this weekend and I'm also knitting the wedding garter. Must finish!!

So once this is all over I have pictures to post like woah, probably wedding photos, and I'm sure there is more. I promise :)

Toodleloo!

I'd be more than happy to hug a vet today.

But he is in Michigan right now visiting his girfriend's family. My brother is a war veteran. When I was little I would never thought he would be one. I thought veteran were just those really old guys that sold flowers outside the supermarket. I was naive. I knew they did something brave and awesome but I thought we were done with making new veterans. I of course didn't really understand human society at the time.

It doesn't feel like it but my brother went to war about 5 years ago. Of course we weren't all that close till just before he left. There is a bit of an age gap. He was stationed in Iraq for a year. It stressed me out so much. At times I'd have to go to my work's break room to stop from crying in front of customers. I knew he wasn't in the front line since he is a black hawk helicopter mechanic but I knew he was being fired at every day with mortars. He definitely had it better than other people's family members, but he was still at war. There were a lot of things that he had to do that I'm glad he didn't tell me till he got back to the US.

The day he got back was awesome. It was Christmas Eve. A lot of my family joined us at the base in Quonset, RI, for the arrival. There were volunteers and soldiers everywhere as we waited. The music was cued as they flew over the base with the Rocky theme playing. They were in those huge military planes that rumbled and made your adrenaline rush. I'm tearing up right now as I remember it. We waited patiently as they filed off of the plane with big smiles. When my brother made it through I think I gave him the biggest hug of my life and bawled my eyes out. It was so awesome to see him home safe and sound.

Now he drives around in his Saab 900, with old man veteran plates on his car at age 30. We should really cut back on making new veterans. It's an unhealthy habit.