welcome to the family, aunt kellye!

Jon's brother, Jeff, and his fiancee, Kellye, got married on the beach in Destin this past Saturday. We all went down on Tuesday and got to spend a few days at the beach, which was nice and relaxing considering we moved the week before. The wedding was beautiful and the weather turned out perfect. I'm pretty sure no one is going to be asking Lilly and Mamie to be in their wedding anytime soon. That's all I'm going to say about that. I also have no pictures from the reception, because we left with our food in boxes and two crying children. Jon and I are pretty sure that the restaurant would have asked us to leave if we hadn't chosen to. No nap combined with a day full of pictures and excitement was just too much.

Jeff and Kellye Carman :)

The only family picture I got and none of us are looking at my camera

cousins--lilly, hollis, and mamie


Papa Al and Sassy

the flower girls getting ready to go

sweet little mamie smelling her flower petals before the ceremony. she went back down the aisle trying to pick all of them up during the wedding (when she wasn't walking around handing her binky to strangers, fighting with me and kristin to have lip gloss, wrestling out of my arms, playing in the sand, or digging in purses)

jon and i in the kayak. very fun, but i'm just was too scared of being eaten by a shark to really enjoy it.

kellye and lilly at the rehearsal dinner, which was a dinner cruise.

cruisin' cousins in their matching outfits

hollis hitching a ride on zach's back on the way back from the crab trap at lunchtime

mamie was so content to just sit and play in the sand--it was wonderful

the girls with uncle jeff in his last days of bachelorhood

my new favorite thing i discovered on our trip--mamie's pigtails!

One thing I wish I had pictures of happened on the way home. We had a crazy wreck on the interstate above Montgomery and neither one of us understand how we are all alive. Two cars in front of us hit each other and we lost control trying to miss them, spun across the north bound lanes, slid backwards about 100 yards in the median and wound up nose-down in a pretty deep culvert. I know that God was taking care of us through all of it. None of us were hurt, no one hit us, amazingly, and we didn't flip over, which no one who saw it happen could figure out. So many wonderful people stopped to help us, and the man that owned the local tow truck company was right behind us and saw us have the wreck. Jon and I didn't think we would ever be able to drive our car again, and somehow the man pulled it out for us and got it back on the road. It had been resting on the front bumper at a 45 degree angle with the front wheels off the ground. We drove it home like almost nothing was wrong with it. (Go buy a Yukon!) We feel so blessed and I can't help thinking about how differently it could have turned out. The girls didn't even cry--it was like a strange peace just came over them. I even looked over while they were trying to pull the car out and a fireman was standing there holding Lilly and she was just as calm as she has ever been. When we got back in the car we asked her what she was talking to the fireman about and she said, "Um, I'm Lilly and I'm three." Thank you God for taking care of my babies.