Michael and Brittany's Wedding

As most of you know, Steve, Adam, my mom, and I just flew out to Atlanta for my brother's wedding on Saturday. It was beautiful! They are so happy together, and it was so amazing to see my brother make the same covenants that I made almost 4 years ago. And we just think the world of Brittany, so we're very happy she's officially in the family. Their reception was also gorgeous, with the red and white theme echoed in the table setups, the favors, and the chairs. White lights were strung everywhere. They did several dances to tear-jerking songs (especially the father-daughter, mother-son songs), talked to everyone, did the cake, and the bouquet, and one final dance, and then they were gone: two beautiful, fresh, clean people with a happy glow and a promise of eternal happiness. Yes, I cried through the whoooole thing. :)
And of course, traveling that far with a baby had its share of experiences. On the way there, the plane was crowded and we were in literally the last row at the back of the plane. But Adam was as good as gold, letting us play with him on our laps, taking a nap, and finally, letting me carry him around to "stretch his legs" as much as we could. We got our rental car and headed to the hotel (GA freeways are crazy!). He slept pretty well, even though the dry air on the plane caused his little face and neck to break out. We went to the wedding, and had to leave him in the temple annex with Brittany's grandparents. He cried the whole time (which we did not expect) and, once reunited with us, would bawl if we even acted like we were going to put him down the rest of the day. A very dear family friend came to the wedding and he kindly took all of us out to lunch. We met a very nice guy when we helped him with his broken-down car, and then went off to the reception. We got lost on the way back, and I got really sick.
Sunday found me even worse, so we didn't make it to church, but we did get to watch the different churches of the areas' Christmas broadcasts. And Adam came down with a raspy cough and sore throat.
Monday, we hung out at the Wal-Mart together to kill time and then headed to the airport. There was almost no one flying on Christmas Eve. Our gate was changed, so we trooped through the airport and then let Adam run around for a few hours. Our plane finally left at 9pm, and through the hand of Heavenly Father we were flying a half-full flight. We got a row to ourselves, (as did my mom) and Adam was able to sleep between us for part of the time. He was feeling a lot worse. Steve, bless him, had to go find and clean all the snow off our car, drive it back, and then load the luggage while I strapped in Adam. Then he had to drive for 2 hours on the slippery, snowy roads all the way home. He is the most selfless, amazing man. We all got home safely and Steve had caught what Adam has.
Santa came, and then we all went to bed.

This is actually Adam last week, but it's how he WOULD have looked, had we gotten pics on the plane. It's sad how a baby can be so distracting and time-consuming that a camera can not come out once during an entire trip...