If you missed it, check out Part 1 here! Put your reading photo-looking pants on, this one’s a long one folks.
Saturday was the day of the wedding at Farm Kitchen! It was a beautiful location with an intimate feel.
I was super nervous about attending this wedding- I felt like I was crashing it even though I was assured multiple times (by Kyle’s mom) that I was invited.
My fear dissipated after we arrived and the bride was taking pre-ceremony photos with her side of the family. My boyfriend’s family was summoned over and I tried to stay back and hide, but nope. The bride’s sister Halie called me over (by name)- we had never even met! So that should give you an idea of how friendly and inviting the group was.
It was a more casual wedding. Look how cute the groom/groomsmen were with their outfits!
And the bridesmaids with their cute green dresses
BTW the kids in this wedding were the cutest freaking kids ever.
And the gorgeous bride, which I was unable to get a good close photo of
The super cute cake that was layered chocolate and lemon.
And a major photo dump of family photos
Such a fun night!
The day after the wedding, the boys went kayaking. I was debating the whole time whether or not I wanted to go (I have a huge fear of open water). I told myself I was going to go, up until they asked how many people were renting kayaks. and then i peed my shorts. At least I was able to get some shots of them!
Kyle told me it was probably best that I didn’t go. Some seals got really close to them and he wasn’t sure if they were going to jump on top of their kayaks- which would have sent me over the edge.
As promised in part 1, abdominal snowman poop. This shouldn’t make any sense to you, so I’ll explain. Kyle and I went clam digging during low-tide one morning! Or so we thought…
We walking to an area on the beach that was COVERED in sand-dollars. I’ve never seen them alive before. They look like they are shimmering in the sun, but when you look close, the shimmering is what looks like breathing.
Anyways, we went clam digging by walking/stomping around and waiting to see water shoot up from the sand. We dug a couple inches and voila- a clam!
The clams looked like the one in my hand below, but then I brought this empty shell home for my mom.
She pointed out the one on the right and said that was a clam. Now Kyle and I aren’t sure what we actually dug up. My mom suggested scallops. Kyle and I think it’s abdominal snowman poop…obviously.
This started because Kyle’s brother, Travis, heard something on the beach in the bushes. We said it was the abominable snowman…which morphed into abdominal snowman…which morphed into the above picture being his poop. Duh.
If you followed that logic, I am concerned for your mental health.
And sorry for the photo assault.
Anyone know what we dug up? Have you ever gone clam digging?