wedding weekend and memories

Yes its official i am totally obsessed once again. For anyone close to me over the last uhhh 2 years knows this is no surprise but as i have posted a few months ago it was suprisingly hard for me to get into it after i was proposed to :)

But it is official. I spend every waking-not working- minute on this very computer obsession over every wedding detail i can.... which is my excuse for not updating my "daily" blog in quite a while. Who has time for blogspot when im on liweddings, weddingbee, bridescafe, the knot... and sooo many more. Not to mention the wedding software I do couples addition i bought last week.

So my NY trip adgenda consisted of:

3 photographers

3 djs

2 florists

4 sunsets and

1 day at the beach

i accomplished ALL of it.

I think ill spread this post into a few for picture sake but I have to say one of the best things i did while in NY is visit my grammas grave with my mommy.

We spent quite a while searching for the grave, as she couldnt remember where it was...

warning.. this post will get a little spiritual for some or "rediculous" for others and as i always keep my beliefs to myself i would appreciate no comments on what im going to write out of respect of my beliefs and others...

So we drove around the grave yard all 100 miles or so of it! and as we drove past one of the sections my mom had a really strange feeling that told her to pull the car over so she did. We got out becuase she had a really strong feeling thats where the grave was. We looked up and down all the rows for about 30min finding nothing we thought she was wrong.

we drove around a bit more and somehow ended back to the same section as before... section 18.

She really really thought it was there, something was pulling her and she felt it in her gut. We again got out and found nothing. As we were getting back in the car to leave.. sadly and driving to the exit my sister (who no longer lives at my moms house) called to ask a questions FROM my moms house.. coinsindece.. prolly.

Well my mom has my grammas grave papers at the house and asked my sister to look it up. She found them quickly and guess what my gramma is buried in section 18! she was right!

Of coarse we drove right back out and got out. We started walking around again.. this time we also had the row and grave number and found it! it was in the EXACT area that my mom kept getting drawn too but up 1 more isle from where she constantly stopped looking.

WE FOUND HER! YAY!

I know it doesnt sound that exciting but you have to understand that this grave yard goes more miles and miles there has to be over millions of people buried there. So many that the areas are catagorized my saints and then numbered.

It was just crazy how much she was being pulled in the right direction and then how nik called was almost as if grandma was saying wait! dont go! it gives me goosebumps. I always, always know that my grandma is watching over me at all times. I feel her wherever i go and random times through the day i can remmeber her skin, smell everything. I know she is there and listens to me. When i loose something she helps be find it. when im confused she helps me figure it out and when i met scott she told me he was the man for me. I dont care how crazy i sound its what i know and i should be ashamed to post it. I am a lucky girl to have her.

I know she is proud of my wedding planning and will be there that day too.

Love you gramma. miss you.

We left yellow roses at her grave...

here are some pictures :)