Emory’s Dedication Weekend!

Oh my gracious! Y’all!  I blinked and another week has flown by and I’m standing here like, how did three weeks just breeze past me?!

Anyone else feel the same way?!

I’ve so been meaning to share some sweet pictures with you from the weekend Emory was dedicated.   My best friend and roommate from college, Ann, along with her two oldest kiddos came over from GA {a 5 hr drive mind you!} and my sweet daddy was here.

That Saturday we spent some time at the zoo…where I managed to snap a few pics.  First of Ann with her kiddos checking out the penguins {WHY does it smell SO BAD in there?!}

Then we hung out watching the grizzly bears wrestle…

Eliza Jane was imitating a giraffe here I think 😉

The feeding of the goats never gets old…for kids or adults!

So here’s a funny story I’m remembering from that Saturday.  We thought we’d be so smart and go to Dave and Busters on OPENING weekend – at 5:30.  Y’all.  They had a THREE HOUR wait for a table.  Hello?  Nothankyou.  We went to our favorite local Mexican restaurant for cheese dip and quesadillas instead.

On Sunday I was so delighted that we got to have professional pictures taken by a fellow Sunday School friend – Robin Huber Photography.

Our pastor, Dr. Wendell Estep, whom I adore and have thoroughly enjoyed sitting under.

My Mom made this blanket for Eliza Jane when she was dedicated.

So, so, so thankful for this husband of mine.

And my precious Daddy who still hangs the moon.

You can’t really tell, but my bracelet {on the wrist sort of under Emory ↑} is a tribute to my Momma.  Thanks to a good friend who sells KEEP I have several charms that remind me of her.

Then there were these from the service…and please look at that precious {hilarious!} look on Emory’s face!

One of my favorite pictures from the day is this one that Andrew snapped of me and our little man as we waited for the service to begin.  His face is just too sweet for words!

My prayer for Emory, as well as Reynolds and Eliza Jane, is that they come to know the Jesus I know.  He’s more than just a man in a story.  He saved my soul.  He’s been the lifter of my face on many a cloudy day.  He reminds me that I am a child of the living God.  And not to be cheesy, but lets just be honest: I am kind of cheesy…, this song is my jam.

Once again I’m so thankful for friends and family who came to celebrate this special day with us.  It meant more to us than I can ever tell any of you.

Thanks for eating cake with us!

Until the next Rosie Girl cake….hugs to you.