I'm not excited at all! And by not excited I mean that there's a countdown in our kitchen and I remind my husband every day when the alarm clock goes off.
We've been going through ideas for the best mans speech and Mr. B can't tell a single one of 'em without a huge grin plastered on that ornery face of his.
Most of the stories involve someone getting hurt and Mama Carrie maybe secretly wanting to chase Mr. B down with a shot gun.
Small town Iowa, you never get old!
And really, how can you be mad at these little baby faces?
I mean, you know you have a best friend whenever you light them on fire and they still call the next day to ask you to help fix a tractor.
When Mr. B told me that Logan asked him to be his best man - I cried.
And I already have Kleenex packed for the speech.
And waterproof mascara.
I love celebrating friends!
Needless to say, we're ready to party.
But first I need to decide what I'm going to wear. And pack more than just kleenex and waterproof mascara.
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Love that picture!!
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