It’s been fun.

I will never forget moments like these. Moments where I am surrounded by the people that I love, doing our own thing, but all singing the same words. Thanks, everyone, for singing along with me in this incredible time of my life (photo by Wingate Downs). It has been a blast. Thanks for reading, for caring, and for complaining about me quitting the blog (ha). One day maybe there will be another, but it’s so long for now.

Rumor has it that after we drove away, there was a free for all moment on the cake. No plates, no forks, people just dove in with their hands and enjoyed all that sugar and flour like girls at a slumber party. I love it. I love that there was enjoyment til there was nothing left. I love it that people were so sweaty, we could see through their clothes.  I love it that it was a night of sheer joy. But honestly, there IS nothing wedding-ish left to write. Now we’re just two happy people who go on bike rides at dusk and can’t seem to get any school work done. So, I bid the blogging world adieu. And don’t forget…


(street lights… peeeeoplee woooahhoohhh!!!!)

-Laura Elmer


Love Shack, baby, Love Shack.

I’m not even sure how to begin this post. I wish I could better describe my family. This week was definitely action-packed, but, daily, my family reminds me there is never anything to fret over. And they are 100% right. Getting engaged does not change God’s control over our lives. So, why live in anxiety? Perfect love casts out all fear. For us, the lake has been a great way to disappear from the world for awhile. So, no matter how fast things are going during the weeks, the weekends are full of dock-sitting, coffee-drinking, and boat-riding.

But I still haven’t mentioned the meat of the week. Moving. I still live in Athens, but most of my stuff is now living with David in Auburn; Including things like my favorite t-shirts, pots and pans, and, yes – shocker of all shockers – my journals all moved to Auburn. That was actually a conscious decision. I thought to myself, “I’m leaving all my writing here. If he reads it, I have to be okay with it.” I mean I’m marrying him, but I did tell him I felt a little “heart naked.” I left years of my brain sitting out on shelves beside his bed. He may not even read them, but it was a big deal to leave them at his disposal.

(I know you’re thinking… is that truck the same size?)

As for the little house on Magnolia Avenue, I swear that putting furniture inside was like taking a sip from the “drink me” bottle in Alice in Wonderland because the house felt like it grew. As the contents of our lives spilled out of boxes, suddenly the white walls had life. It is still very much a hodge-podgey work in progress, but it was so much fun. Everyone would sit on the sofa and imagine scenarios, or David and I would pretend to eat at our little table. We had lots of visitors, and I know that at one point during the day, there were at least nine of us in the front room (woohoo)!

Finishing the bedroom was really important to me because I think I was nervous that’s the place we would feel the most cramped. I’m an atmosphere person. I love loud in a crowd and quiet in a garden, so the colors and chaos of a room frequently affect how I will live in it. When we moved in our dressers, there was plenty of space, but Mom pulled something out that added the finishing touch. As we were inching things into place, she brought in what looked like a piece of wood. She sat me down and said she wasn’t sure it would go, but she found “this” and thought we should give it a try. She unfolded what was a painted chinese silk screen to hang over our bed. It belonged to my grandmother and hung over my mom and dad’s sofa as newly weds. I was a little hesitant at first, but the moment I saw it next to our bedspread, I was in love with it. Needless to say, the screen met my atmosphere expectations exactly. Bedroom=peaceful.

I honestly thought we had moved everything in without taking any pictures, but thanks to the maid of honor’s iphone, you can have a little taste of our new home.



And this is just the beginning. “Dwell in Possibility” -Emily Dickinson