Well, she did it. My baby sister went and got herself hitched. I am thrilled for her and Shawn, who really scored himself a fabulous wife.
Whitney and Shawn were married in the Washington D.C. Temple of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. There, they promised to be with one another for eternity.
In lieu of sisters or friends, Whitney chose to be attended by her little nieces. (Sadly, two nieces missed the big day; they have a rather sick newborn at their house.) I thought it was really adorable to see her surrounded by these little girls who worship their Aunt Whitney.
Her reception theme was a winter wonderland of white with gold accents. The cultural hall looked fabulous, thanks to the hard work of many, many helpers. Snowflakes were everywhere! In the center of the room was the unbelievable cake my oldest sister, Amy, made for the occasion. Whitney picked a cake out of a book and Amy whipped it right up.
Amy is amazingly talented, I tell you. (She's the one on the left in the above "blood sisters" picture.)
Mackenna couldn't stand being in the same room as a cake and not eating it. She asked me every 30 seconds if she could have a piece. Every time I told her "not yet" she would eat more vegetables and then ask again. It took me a little while to figure out that she thought I was refusing her because she hadn't eaten enough dinner. In her little mind she thought that if she ate more veggies I would give her cake! Don't feel too bad for her, though; before the evening was over she helped herself to three pieces!
Maia, Mason and Teensy spent their time running around with cousins and friends. Teensy made special friends with the photographer and even got to snap a few photos!
It was a very fun night and the perfect celebration of such a wonderful event. This morning, Teensy asked to make sure that Aunt Whitney is married now. When I replied that she is, Teensy replied, "Oh, that means she is going to have a baby now!" I had to laugh as I tried to explain that sometimes that part takes a while. Sage Maia jumped into the conversation at that point and said, "Yeah, Marlee, for example: Mom and Dad got married in 1997 but I wasn't born until 1998." I smiled as I told Maia that she is actually not the best example to use of babies taking a while to come...since she was born nine months and one day after our wedding:)