[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]I am as grateful as I am lucky, which is to say, very. All of my lovely bridesmaids were in town this weekend, along with family and friends, to host the most wonderful bridal shower. In short: I laughed, I cried (only a tiny, tiny bit… and they were happy tears), I got nail caviar. I am still overwhelmed by everyone’s generosity. I really am so grateful, and so lucky.
Nick and I started the weekend at CrossFit Southie, where I was able to increase my PR by 10lbs for the power snatch. After a few really helpful coaching cues, I have improved significantly on that Olympic lift. That’s one of the best things: if you work hard, you’ll continue improve and grow stronger. After sweating like a beast, I had less than an hour to transform into a beauty. Thank goodness for mascara. And antiperspirant.
I traded my new lightweight training tank (a gift from my friends at Reebok) for this cute eyelet sundress (what good is a selfie without a photobomb from a random stuffed French bulldog?). Side note 1: Stuffed animals totally creep me out. But this one is a Frenchie. And the proceeds benefitted a charity I love. Side note 2: I am a natural frowner. Those mouth corners seem to go down, even when I’m smiling. And smizing.
Kristine picked me up just before one o’clock for a manicures, pedicures, Prosecco and lots of catching up at Bliss. It was the perfect way to spend an afternoon. It’s hard to believe it’s been a whole seven years since she traded Boston for New Jersey. I miss living downstairs from her, and being able to see her at the drop of a hat (what a weird expression). If I thought I could trick everyone into coming back home, I’d get married more often. Sort of.
After plenty of pampering, we grabbed a bite to eat and did some browsing on Newbury Street before heading to my sister’s apartment. Andrea, Katie, Meg, Kristine and Colleen had dangerously strong cosmopolitans, snacks, and plenty of Michael Jackson waiting, as well as some fun little surprises. We enjoyed a lovely dinner and lots of laughs. Pink prosecco? Yes, please. This little lady loves bubbles.
The next morning we headed home for the most lovely shower. From the centerpieces (straight from my parents’ garden) to delicious food and incomparable company, it was just the perfect day. I was spoiled rotten.
I’ve said it before, and I know I will say it again. I am the luckiest.
Also On Tap for Today:
- The countdown is on for #HLS12
- Why low fat cheese “tastes like an eraser”
- Goodbye, Olympics… hello, sleep
Are your dearest friends nearby, or far away?