Monday afternoon, Ty and I took a short day trip to Clinton, MS, to have our engagement pictures taken. I'm sure many of you are thinking much like my dad, "You couldn't find a photographer here to do that?" And, truthfully, my answer was no. And it's a long, drawn out, boring story that none of you really want to hear. So, yes, we went to Clinton to take our engagement pictures.
The photographer's name is Robby Followell, and I think his work is spectacular. We had a lot of fun spending the afternoon exploring Clinton and Jackson and taking pictures. Ty was a natural ... handsome as ever, and on the other hand, it took some time for me to loosen up. I think they turned out great, and I'll share them when we get them in.
After getting home and passing out Monday night, we were both a little groggy yesterday. But my sweet friend and bridesmaid, Lauren Smith, knew exactly what we needed. Last night, Lauren delivered her precious baby boy, Gunner Ross. He's a handsome one, too. With a head full of hair just like his daddy. Ty took Jonathan (that's the dad) to grab some fast food, and I sat with Lauren and got to witness Gunner's first poopie diaper. That's was the first time I thought poo was really, really cute!!
I think most people left our engagement party Saturday with much to discuss. One topic being the shoes on my feet. Mine were gold, but look at these babies:
Lauren has the same shoes, and offered to let me borrow them, but I couldn't allow myself to go there. After all, I probably would never have given them back. And friendships can end over shoes like these.
It's a lethal dose of high heel. The entire evening I explained to our guests that these shoes were, in fact, very comfortable. Thank goodness none of our guest saw my feet when I took them off. Exchange my toes for five little stuffed sausages and you get the picture. They're still worth each and every swollen little sausage toe.