This is my ode to open houses.
The difference between our wedding reception and the open house, 2 months later, is astounding. The first was stressful, over-packed and freezing. The second was relaxed, low-key, beautiful (and outside, in February) and best of all, it only took that day to set up and plan. I have my wonderful in-laws to thank for everything with the wonderful open house.
The stress from the wedding reception was so much that Shawn had flash-backs and despite that it only took a couple hours to se-tup and get ready for the open house, Shawn was visibly upset about having to through anything similar to the day-we-wish-to-never-go-through-again. All the boys actually ditched the night before, trying to pretend it wasn't going to happen. But the two nights were nothing alike. I LOVED the open house.
The set-up was gorgeous, tables surrounded by twinkling lights and an orange tree with hanging tea-lights (that, luckily, did not catch on fire). Heaters provided just enough heat to enjoy the cool night air and not a wisp of breeze was felt. This just could not be possible in Alberta. The table-clothes would be whipped away by the wind and it would prob rain/snow 5 minutes before we start.
|My mother-in-law's brother and wife.|
They came all the way from California in a trailer.
Thanks so much!
|My new Grandma and Grandpa.|
His mustache is one that Tom Selleck envies.
|Kyle and Shadolyn, Shawn's sister, and their|
adorable son James.
I seriously wish I could have my back-yard looking like this all year. It was so beautiful. I just wanted to blare "Kiss Me" by Six Pence None the Richer and dance the night away under the stars with Shawn. Why can't my life be a cheesy movie? The music always comes on at the right time with cheesy movies.
Despite the lack of cued music, the open house was a success. I was finally able to meet some of Shawn's high school friends and my in-laws ward made a strong showing. Shawn and I spent two hours mingling and nibbling and just relaxing and enjoying ourselves, which is something that was so lacking from our reception. It was perfect. Thank-you mom and dad.
But my reception high-heel curse continues. Halfway through the open house, my high heel strap just snapped. Luckily, Chance is a whiz with tape and I was good for the rest of the night.
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