I have a sister Leslee. She makes awesome things. Things that make you swoon with envy.
Like this crib. (Yes, she made her own crib).
Or this bedding. (She made it ALL!)
Or this blessing dress. (No pattern, made the night before the blessing).
Or this baby. She makes the cutest babies. (Ok, Jason may have helped there.)
She rocks like that.
I couldn’t decide how to title this post . . .
“Another One Bites the Dust”
Anyhoo . . .
Wyatt came in from his trip at 8:00 pm on Thursday night. I picked him up from the airport and we drove straight to Saint George (with the exception of a loop through Provo/Orem to pick up Alex’s sister, Ariel). We got in at 1:30, and crashed at Larry & Karen’s.
The next morning we went to the temple to watch Beth and Alex be married.
The rest of the day was spent in wedding festivities – pictures, and lunch, and a beautiful reception. Everything went off without a hitch.
It was a great day.
Congratulations Beez. I hope you know how much you are loved.
Saturday was the culminating celebration of many months preparation.
This girl and this boy were wedded.
The whole day I kept remembering when Leslee was just 18 years old – my family had just moved away from Salt Lake. Leslee and I were the only one’s left here. I lived downtown with my hubby as a newly wed. Leslee would come over three-four-five times a week to have dinner and hang out. I remember I would make Wyatt walk her to her car when it was late – we lived across the street from the homeless shelter. As I remembered that time, I felt a sort of emptiness: I should have done more, should have been more for her. She needed more, in ways I’ve only come to realize in the past few months, and I feel like I failed her.
And now she is starting a new life, with a new family. I am grateful Jason seems to want the best for her, and will support her and put her first in ways that the rest of us did not.
I love you Leslee. Congratulations, Happiness, Love.