yellowbug says:

So, you might have thought Lubbock, TX was the hottest place on earth, but I'm afraid you were mistaken. Branson is definitely hotter. Like 100 degrees and 90% humidity hotter. I felt like my body was used to it though b/c I didn't die. Last week my family headed up to Branson, MO, aka "Vegas for Old People". No offense to older people. And actually, it's gotten a lot better over the last 5 years. The outlets are awesome (especially COACH)! The restaurants are nice. Especially Landry's! And my siblings thoroughly enjoyed their outings to Silver Dollar City. With and without the children. So, we went to Branson for a family reunion and it was really nice. It was a very short trip for Matt & I b/c we only drove down (12 hours) w/ my cousins on Thursday, stayed two days, and then came home. Agh! This is Matt being cute while sleeping. And I had the privilege of staying in the same suite as my two lovely twin nieces who decided 6:30 AM was an appropriate time

It has been TOO LONG! And for that I apologize. Apparently, this wedding business is time-consuming. Like, seriously, I feel like I have taken on another full-time job. Thankfully, my brothers are incredibly lenient with when I make appointments b/c they usually end up bring during work hours...Go figure. I have a different view of wedding planning than I did a week ago. A week ago I wanted to be engaged FOREVER b/c I just thought it was so incredibly fun to make all these appointments and talk about my proposal and wedding yada, yada, yada. And then it HIT . Ironically, I'm not sure what "it" was, but I freaked out. I was shaky and nauseous and felt frail and incapacitated. I couldn't complete a work-out session without passing out. I cried at all hours of the day. I couldn't focus on any one thing, and many things hitting at once made me cry again. My head was floating in the clouds somewhere, but not Cloud 9. No, it only stayed on Cloud 9 for 5 days and then it

So, finally, I will be telling you the wonderful story of how a regular date night turned into the most wonderful night of my life... Buckle in! It's a tear-jerker! Matt had told me earlier in the week that we were going to have Date Night Thursday night. He said he had been grumpy from his cutback on dipping and wanted to make it up to me. (I didn't think he'd been that grumpy, but I love date night, so I didn't argue.) I looked forward to it all week, and then Thursday came around and he sent me a text asking me to wear his favorite B/W sleeved dress. (Oddity #1) He's never asked me to where something before, and I might have complained a bit since it had sleeves and it was a scorching 102 that day! But, I conceded. Then, he said he'd pick me up at 5:45 (Oddity #2). I figured that was a bit early, but I was just happy that Matt was planning our date night out so nicely. So, I had been wanting to get off work a bit early that day, but it just wasn't so. The