Washington DC

Erik and I just got back from Washington DC.  The Alex/Emily Wedding Tour is over and we are looking forward to staying home for the next little while.

The wedding was really beautiful.  I'm grateful that Alex found someone that makes him so happy and I look forward to seeing where their lives go.  We had the opportunity to be in the Washington DC temple with them.  It's a beautiful temple even if it's in the most humid place on earth.

I don't know why this is sideways.  It isn't sideways in my files.  Oh well, this is us with the handsome groom.

This is us without the handsome groom

Cake cutting.  Emily's eyes really aren't crazy, they just are in this picture.  

Dancing with Jack at the reception.  I really do have the crazy eyes. And a big butt.  But I digress...

The day after the wedding Erik and I hung out with my family.  Due to unforeseen circumstances Erik and I ended up mooching lodging off my parents and my aunt.  We had two hotel rooms, a boy room and a girls room.  On Saturday we went the Air and Space Museum.  It was really cool, but not nearly cool enough to justify the 5 hours we spent there.

3 in the bed and the little one said roll over, roll over

On Sunday my family went home and Erik and I had a few days to explore DC.  Turns out Washington DC is pretty awesome.  We only scratched the surface, but we managed to squeeze a lot in.  We even saw Erik's college buddy Barney. 

This is part of the Berlin Wall.  The Newseum has the biggest chunk of the Berlin Wall in America.

We rocked the National Mall, the National Archives, Dupont Square, and the Newseum (thanks Jeff, it was awesome).  Also I saw the headquarters of the Church of Scientology, which is relevant because I'm totally Team Tom in the Tom Cruise/Katie Holmes divorce. 

This last picture was taken on Sunday before my family left.  I love it because it's the only non-wedding picture of my whole family.  I hate it because I look short.

I feel so blessed to have had so much time with my family this summer.    These are the people who continue to let me wear their clothes and use their stuff even though I never give it back.  Who spend roughly four hours playing chauffeur to my husband and me while they are supposedly on vacation and then say it's "no big deal".  Who sneak People magazine and prescription zit cream into my luggage as a surprise when for me when I unpack.   Those are some of the ultimate barometers of love.  I am one lucky girl.