we bought a house. (!!!)

It has been quite the week.

We bought a house! Well, sort of. We have an accepted offer. We don't own it yet but the pending sign in the yard is there because WE are going to buy it. Ah. I think i'm still slightly in shock that we have an accepted offer...I thought it would never happen. But 3rd time is a charm. Or something like that.

It's actually quite the God story.

When houses came on the market and looked slightly-semi appealing we would call up our Realtor and go see them. By now he could basically read my mind..."you want to take out this wall here", "put an island in here", "tear this out".......you get the idea. With what we could afford and what we desired we knew we were going to need to buy a fixer-upper. And we were really excited about homes with "potential" (that's the nice word used for homes that really aren't that pretty looking).

So a little over a week ago I got an email from our Realtor about a house that had just come on the market...that day. The description said "tons of potential", sold "as is", "charming", etc. I figured we needed to see it to either check it off of our list or maaaybe fall in love with it. I texted Seth and then our realtor and like that we were meeting in a couple hours to go see it.

We walked in the front door and liked what we saw. With each room we went in we went "hmm, this is neat" "hmmm, I like this" "hmmm this could be...." and the excitement caliber kept rising as we walked around. "Oh I know!...we could tear down this wall", "Oh, I love this!", "Oh imagine this...". The wheels were turning. And we found plenty of "potential".

It was far bigger than anything we looked at. Not to mind there is no air conditioning, the bathroom and kitchen are complete gut jobs- and that's not just me being picky. The deck is falling down and there is not flooring in some rooms. We really *liked* it when we left...but we didn't want to say love yet. Because with all the work it needed and the price it was at, we couldn't afford it.

We took Seth's parents to look through it and got their ideas and advice. We talked about it and then just let it go for a few days. Almost like we had forgotten about it. Partly because I think neither of us thought it was realistic.

We decided to put in an offer last Thursday. My theory was this: What is it going to hurt? The worst thing that happens is we get rejected...it's not like we haven't been through that before. Seth mentioned a couple times "Is it even worth it? I mean our offer is so low it's really not even realistic". But I really felt like we might as well try it...what could it hurt. And he agreed. So we went in with an offer we realized was barely acceptable and we knew the house was definitely worth more than that but this was what we knew we could afford.

And then we waited. That's the part I hate the most about this, the waiting. The funny thing is, both of us woke up the next morning and had completely forgotten we put in an offer. We had tried so hard to stay detached this time knowing that our offer wasn't going to get accepted. But deeeeeeep down there was still that grain of hope.

Then we heard back from our Realtor at 12:00 the next day...there are multiple offers, come with your highest and best by 2:45. Ouch. Again? Unreal. This is exactly what happened on the previous house we offered on. We knew we couldn't compete in a bidding war. We knew our initial offer could have even been considered offensive so how were we going to compete in a bidding war? We came up with our highest and best and laughed as we decided it saying to each other "there is no way they will accept this". I mean it. We truly did not think it was really a possibility...the only way would have been a miracle.

We hung up and then I remembered that I wanted to write a letter to the homeowners to send with our offer. No, not one pleading and begging and saying a sob story but a simple-this-is-who-we-are-and-this-is-why-we-love-your-home letter. So I called seth back and he sent the letter with the offer.

We got a text that evening from our Realtor saying they liked the letter and were meeting that night to discuss it. Are. you. serious?! We are actually still in the running?! Praise God!
Oh we of little faith, though, kept saying to each other to not get our hopes up and to be prepared not to get it. I would say things like "when we don't get it...." and on and on.

And then we got the call.

They accepted OUR offer. OURS. Not the other two offers. OURS. It would have been a miracle if it was just our one offer and they accepted it. But the fact that there were two other offers on the table and they accepted ours...only God.

It is way larger than we thought we would ever be able to get. It has all the "potential" that we have been dreaming of. It has a yard. A garage. A basement, projects to last a long long time...

Yes initially we were shocked and then excited. But more than that were completely humbled. So humbled by God's grace.

Earlier that week we were in some ugly tension and we were being ugly people with each other. We didn't deserve this house. We don't deserve this house. It's not and it will never be about deserving it. God is incredibly gracious and merciful. Saturday morning we sat raw hearts, humbled and soaked in the grace and goodness of God. He is always these things- good and gracious and faithful. He just used a tangible thing like a house to remind us.

We prayed this when deciding to offer on this home: "God please don't give us this house if we can't handle it. But if we can handle it, please do give it to us". So we are stepping out in faith that He heard that prayer and that this list of renovations isn't going to overtake us. overwhelm us. get the best of us. We might get squirrely at each other at times...in fact, i'm sure that we will. But we prayed that prayer on the way to putting in the offer. And on the way to putting in the offer we saw a double rainbow. It's a reminder that God is faithful. And the thing I love about this whooooole house buying process- looking and looking, getting two rejected offers, etc is that God arranged it all so that undoubtedly it all would be pointed at Him and His perfectness. And He would receive glory from it.

SO here we embark on a house renovation project. In the midst of planning an event. In the midst of the holidays. In the midst of marriage and parenting. And all the other stuff.

So if you follow me on pinterest and there have been billions of pins lately, i'm sorry. There might be for a while.

I read a quote this week that I want to remind myself through this process: "Someone else is happy with less than what you have".

Yes. Let us keep perspective through this whole thing.

I am SO excited!

I. am. SO. excited.

My heart is literally pumping. Well, obviously. But in an adrenaline-induced sort of way.

This post is actually probably premature and being written against all wisdom in the possibility of not even happening.

But I can't help it. My mind is whirling. My heart is beating.

When we were making plans to move from Little Rock to Illinois one of the things that was UNBELIEVABLY hard to leave was PATH. I've written about it before but it is a Human Trafficking organization that is providing a safe home & recovery program for survivors who have been trafficked.

God put this vision on my heart a few months ago and I really really really wanted it to happen. I'm not usually great at follow through with ideas. I tend to be a dreamer who comes up with lofty ideas but doesn't know how to execute them or really, if they are even realistic. But this one has stuck. And I reeeeally want it to happen.

Here it is: I want to fly up the founder of PATH, Louise Allison, and have her share her testimony and share about trafficking and PATH. God has done and is doing incredible things through this ministry. Her testimony is so powerful and God's redemption is miraculous. It will be an incredible evening. I am sure of it. Because if God wants this to happen, He will do awesome things through it. For justice. For redemption. And for His glory.

We've started the planning process. And as long as the doors keep opening we will keep walking.

My heart is to spread awareness of Human Trafficking and to get others involved. To raise money for this incredible ministry that God is using in incredible ways.

I want to be a part of taking back what the enemy has stolen.

Please pray with us and jump on board- we need your help! If you're interested in helping, message or call me.

I'll be posting more information soon!

Please listen to this song...it's my heart behind this.

Check out PATH's website: http://pathsaves.org/

Check out PATH's facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/partnersagainsttraffickinghumans

happy anniversary to us :) 5 years!

5 years is really a long time. Think about how much a child changes in 5 years. First from a newborn to a baby and then a toddler and then a child and all that they learn in 5 years. They go from knowing nothing to learning a lot of basic, fundamental things in life as well a lot of other important things.

That has sort of been like our marriage. We started off knowing nothing and having to learn the basic, fundamentals of marriage. Then we progressed to crawling, then walking, and some days running. We have fallen and been hurt and have experienced joys we couldn't have thought up. And yet, in all of this, we are only 5 years in.

So I guess that puts us still in the child phase then, huh?

Oh dear. That means we still have the pre-teen and teenage years to go through before we hit adulthood. Some days this parallel seems so true. Some days it feels like we are still newborns and yet other days it feels like we've got this marriage thing down.

On September 14 (Saturday) we will have been married for 5 years. I feel like I could write a book, or maybe multiple books on "lessons" we have learned. And what not to do. And maybe a few things to do.

All in all, through it all- I love you Seth Braker. And i'm celebrating our 5 crazy, wonderful, painful, awesome years of marriage. Let's continue to go on marvelous adventures together!

Even though the whole city of peoria was under water due to massive amounts of rain that caused flooding...we still managed to get some awesome pictures :)...here are some of my favorites:

                                                    Seeing eachother for the first time!

                                                          a little bridesmaid love. typical :)

                                                        The groomsmen and ushers

                                                                   Both of our families

                                Throwing paper airplanes at us as we ran out of reception :)

Branson trip

This past weekend we got to spend in Branson with Seth's family. We knew about it for a while but because of the chaos in our lives lately, we didn't make up our minds until Wednesday night to go and left Thursday night.....*sigh* that just seems to be how we roll lately. Better late than never, right?

We had a GREAT time hanging out together. We did some swimming, some shopping, and some eating out. We have to coordinate our "activities" around quite a few naps and schedules :).

On Sunday morning we went to this brunch. And when I say brunch I mean don't-eat-for-days-feeling-of-fullness. To give you an idea of how much food is offered, Seth kept drinking water before we left that morning so he could stretch his stomach out to fit more food. This place is a.m.a.z.i.n.g. It's at the college of the Ozarks and the students there prepare the food and are the wait staff. They  have an omelette station, biscuits, bacon/ham/potatoes station, waffle station, pasta station, meat/fish/vegetable station, salad bar, fruit bar, and the most decadent dessert table. Typically I don't like buffets. But this isn't even in that caliber. I mean it is a buffet but it's not even close to the typical type of buffet (as in the kind we went to when I was a kid because it was cheap and quick and when you have a family of 4 boys and 1 girl you need massive amounts of food for bottom dollar, haha :)).

We came home on Sunday afternoon and everyone else was staying for a little longer. It was a quick trip but definitely worth the drive and tons of fun!!

See the weekend in pictures, below:

This was the first and last time she'll be wearing this suit...I LOVE the ears on the hood!

I love these munchkins! They are growing up so fast!

Gracie got the hang of "lounging"...at first she didn't like the water but after a little time she LOVED it. (I love the curled toes :)). 

My girl and me

Gracie and her daddy...see any resemblance? :)

Mags being cute...she is a little fish, I think she'd swim all day if you let her :).

                                  I just LOVE those cheeks! she's full of curiosity about the world.

 Rio buddy loved the water fountains!

Gracie loved them, too.

                                We watched a short water show after eating out one night.

                          All of us, the Braker family :)! (after we had miserably stuffed our faces!)

                                                          Jay & Jackie's family

                                                           The Zimm's!

Our family

Grandpa and Grandma Braker and all their grandkids!

and the search marches on...

This morning my heart hurts and it is sad. I'm sorting through it and trying to reconcile the pieces that fell apart last night.

We live in this awesome rental right now...it perfectly exceeds our needs. However, we deeply desire to own a home. One of our own. To update and redo and dream and create with. And that is one of our hopes in the present or not to far off future- to buy a home. As we are settling in our rental we are casually looking at homes as they come on the market.

Last week our realtor sent us an email with a house that just came on the market. It was ADORABLE. We scheduled a showing as quickly as we could. We walked through it and
fell. in. love. I mean seriously in love. It was completely our style and the type of home we dreamed about owning. We looked beyond the never-updated-kitchen and the completely gutted upstairs and the no garage and the messy electrical wiring and how all the windows and siding would need torn down and replaced and the tiny one bathroom and and and AND we dreamed and envisioned and created this cozy little home.

I jumped on pinterest and seth jumped on autocad and together we tore down walls and added walls and "built" a home. It had charm. It had character. It had potential. It was "our style" to a perfect T. AND we could afford it. And we could afford to update it. We absolutely had fallen in love with it. I kept trying not to but eventually along the way I did.

So like any hopeful-first-time-homebuyer who is in love with a home would do- we put in an offer. Admittingly, it was low, but it was definitely fair. So for three days we countered back and forth with the sellers. Three very long days. Wednesday night we put our final offer in along with a personal letter explaining how much we loved this home. And the next morning when we excitedly hoped to hear good news we found out someone else had put in an offer THAT morning. The morning our final offer was supposed to be accepted. My heart sank because I knew we couldn't really compete in a bidding war. I was sad. I was mad at these unknown people for making an offer on our house- how dare they?! I was mad at the sellers for even entertaining the idea of another offer after all we had been through together in the past 3 days. Righteous indignation, right? (no. not at all actually).

The plan was both buyers were supposed to come to the table with their very best offer by 2:00 pm yesterday afternoon. So we talked and offered our best. We brought all we could, minding the extensive updating, to the table. We were really hopeful. I mean, hello- we had been working with these sellers for 3 days and had written them a sweet, heart-felt little letter about why they should pick us. I kept trying to tell myself to prepare for the worst but my stinkin heart made that really difficult.

Seth and I kept texting that afternoon..."have you heard anything yet?!" "nope. not yet". "any news yet?!" "no, haven't heard anything yet :(". I had a feeling he would find out on his commute home from work. I envisioned him running through the front door and announcing we were first time home buyers and laughing, hugging, yada yada yada. Okay slightly dramatic...but you get it. Instead he walked in, shoulders low and sad eyes. Right away I could tell something wasn't right but I didn't want to ask. I didn't want to face it. But like it or not, I can't escape reality. A recent quote I read hit me "avoiding reality never changes reality".

He showed me the text from our realtor that said "I'm sorry, but the sellers decided to accept the other offer". I had planned not to cry if this happened. I had planned to be okay with it. We had prayed specifically that God would not give us this house if it wasn't right. We had prayed and prayed over it. But I forgot not to cry and the tears flowed. I forgot to be okay with not getting it and proclaimed "why is everything always so hard?! why does God always make our journeys so difficult". (in counseling we have been taught *relentlessly* not to use words like always/never/everything/etc because they tend to over-dramatize and under rationalize the reality). But there was no rationalizing going on in that moment. It was a pure broken and shattered heart.

I cried, we hugged. We stood, sad. Sad eyes and sad hearts. We knew it would be okay. We knew we were blessed beyond measure. We knew God would provide. But we needed a moment of just being where we were before moving on.

So what better way to move on than to tear apart the house. haha, oh dear. I felt a wave wash over me and told seth, "Okay, now let's tell eachother everything we hated about the house and why it would have been a TERRIBLE idea for us to buy it"...so for the next 15 minutes we talked through why this would have been a "terrible" purchase and why we were so much better off without it. And then at the end, I cried again because I still loved it.

So after hashing through it last night and riding the emotions and telling ourselves the typical "there's a better one out there" and "we didn't get this for a reason", etc., we went to bed still super sad but resolved to believe and trust in God who knows much much better than we do.

So I expected to wake up this morning and feel peaceful and okay about it all. Not so. I woke up thinking about owning this house and then the reality hit me, oh yeah...we didn't get it. And then came the great sadness again. I wrestled this morning with my emotions and begged God just to take away the feeling of sadness because it felt so heavy and painful and I didn't want to feel  it anymore. But it didn't just "go away". And so we had to work on it. Me and God. And as I listed off all the things I am really thankful for the pain started to ease. I realized that by praising Him simply for who He is and for Jesus that i'm so blessed. And then beginning to list off other things like the family I have and the home we have and and and, I felt the pain ease and my vision became more clear. No, i'm not fluffing it up- it still hurts and i'm still really sad about it. I am still struggling with it. But I also realize how compared to so so so many other painful situations that my family and friends are dealing with- this isn't so bad. really no so much.

It's all about perspective. I mean really, it's an incredible thing that we can even put in an offer on a home and have the ability to own a home. Seth reminded me of that in his prayer the other day, "God we thank you that we can even own a house here, we know that in some countries they can't even own property...we are blessed to even have this opportunity"....wow. Yes, it's all about perspective.

Song of the day:
God be Praised by Gateway Worship

happy friday, y'all!

my newest endeavor :)

Well I'm trying out something new. It's sort of a big step for me. It may sound like a little nothing but I am really excited about it. I have been praying for ways I can make a supplemental income for us since we've moved back to Illinois. While I am keeping my eye out for part time nursing jobs, there aren't any that would work out right now. 

I easily get stressed financially. I get easily overwhelmed. I have to keep bringing it to God and remembering that He owns it all anyways and He is the Provider for our needs.  Don't get me wrong, I LOVE LOVE LOVE being home with Gracie. It's awesome. However, sometimes, I also feel stir-crazy at home feeling like I need to be working or doing something to bring in some income. 

Well in the midst of moving and living at my parents for a couple months I had some free time on my hands (ie- not cleaning/cooking/grocery shopping, etc) so I decided to learn photoshop a little better and for fun create some wall art. My sister-in-law had sent me a few ideas that she wanted me to make for her girls and it sort of inspired me to keep going (thanks Jen :)). I made a few designs and showed Seth and he said I should sell them. I was pretty hesitant at first...who would want to buy these? I really don't even know what i'm doing! I am not sure they look that great. etc etc etc.  Doubts plagued me paralleled with curiosity of what if. What if I just tried it? Even if I don't sell any, it's worth a try. Seth and my family kept cheering me on to try it so I figured why not. 

I don't know what will become of it. Maybe nothing, maybe something more. Regardless, it's fun, I feel like God opened this door as something I can do from home, and hopefully it blesses others. I hope to keep making new designs and would welcome any quotes, verses, ideas you feel inspired to share!! 

I am calling the shop Jars of Grace. Why? 1. I love Grace (not speaking of my daughter here- speaking of God's grace- that beautiful thing that we don't deserve but oh how we need). 2. I love jars- mason jars, old jars, etc. but more than their use-ability or creative functionality, my husband has a theory he calls the "jar theory". Simply, the theory is that we all have jars on these shelves in our hearts and often times when we hear something whether at church or in a conversation with a friend or reading an article, etc. we can tend to put in the the jar that is labeled "I already have heard this" and we miss the opportunity to learn something new because we label it as known knowledge and place it in the appropriate jar. Going off of that theory, my hope is that each of these designs is a tangible reminder of God's grace in our life and instead of reading a verse/quote/etc and putting it away we can read it afresh each time and be taught something or reminded of something that we need to be reminded of/taught. God's Word is living and active, it's not meant to be "put away on a shelf". 3. yes I do have a daughter named Grace so yes, it is fun that the shop includes her name in the title :).

SO after a rather long-winded explanation- that's how Jars of Grace designs was created. We will see what God does. My hope is that He is seen through these products. Like I said I would LOVE & WELCOME feedback and ideas and constructive criticism! 

To check out the shop on etsy go to: http://www.etsy.com/shop/jarsofgrace

Here's a few random pictures from recently:

At my cousin's wedding in July. It was on the Spirit of Peoria and was so fun to be there celebrating with Brandon and Sarah!

We tried out the riverfront farmer's market this saturday...LOVED it. Got lots of great produce and had fun browsing the breads, crafts, etc. 

Best purchase of the day- $1 zucchini! It is HUGE.

Song of the day: Sovereign Over Us by Aaron Keyes

free tickets and catching up

I have been purposely putting off blogging for a little while. I think it’s because I have so many thoughts and so much to say that a. it probably wouldn't make much sense and b. I’m still sorting through what it is that I’m feeling. 

To update: two weeks ago we moved to Morton! We are renting a great duplex that exceeds our “needs”. We are really enjoying it here. I feel like we have finally started to “transition”…sort of. The “transition” has been much more messy and a lot less easy than I thought it would be. I think I was expecting God to make it easy for us…I mean we just left the mission field, shouldn't He be abundantly lavishing blessings on us? (note the EXTREME sarcasm). Yeah. I realized I was creating “needs” that God must meet or exceed because after all we “deserved” them ...and finally realizing a. we don’t “deserve” any of these and b. He IS exceeding all of our needs…He always does. I realize how ugly those expectations were. How easy it is to develop an “I deserve this” mentality. How gross. 

I could list off a bunch of things that we are blessed with and why God is good to us even when it’s not how we would do it…and while all of that is important and noteworthy…it dims. It dims in comparison that I am blessed because I have Jesus. (this is not a fluffy comment, it’s deeply sincere). Because if everything that was “making me feel blessed” was stripped away from me…I’m still lavishly blessed because I have an undying and everlasting Hope. I have to adjust my focus on this often. I tend to get really caught up in stuff and expectations and disappointments that I forget how seriously and intensely good I have it- solely because of Jesus.

Okay so you know when you’re listening to the radio and they have those games where you call in and attempt to win prizes? Well it turns out Seth has some kind of eerie knack of winning radio prizes. He wins things all the time. This time he won tickets to a Woman of Faith conference. SO this past weekend I went to the conference with my mom. To be honest I had some preconceived judgments about the conference that everything was going to be tied up in a bow and “this is what you need to do to be a good little Christian wife/mom/woman”. And it turns out I was wrong and God humbled me. It was an awesome weekend :). 

Out of many things I learned one keeps sticking out…God INHABITS the praises of His people. One of the speakers really drove this home in a fresh perspective I’d never before understood. The definition of inhabit means to live or reside in/to dwell/to be present in; fill. Simply put- when you praise God He shows up. When you don’t know what to do, worship Him and you will feel His presence. When you praise Him, He inhabits you. So next time you’re frustrated, hopeless, fearful, anxious, fill in the blank- literally sing praises out loud to Him and feel His presence. I'll admit it is not my first reaction- to praise God when life is hard...but I want to do this.

Have a great Monday!!

A couple of my favorite pictures from recently:

I had the extreme privilege to take some maternity photos for one of my dearest friends and had to post a few from the shoot because they are too stinking cute.  

lacking nothing.

Awhile ago I wrote a post on feeling like I am a sojourner. I went back and read it and it was a good reminder for me in the midst of this ongoing transition period. To be reminded to have a heart that is full of unquestioning obedience to God. To be willing to go where He leads and be okay not knowing why, or, even more than that- maybe to never see why.  

Truthfully, it’s hard to write an honest post about how I’m feeling in fears of offending someone. It’s difficult for me to spill my heart on the world wide web and think that I might be met with judgment or criticism. Sometimes it makes my heart cringe to be so openly vulnerable. But I need to and I can’t not.

When we left Little Rock I was heartbroken but confident that God would provide all our needs- like a house, a new car, community, etc. And I was confidently thinking that He would do it ASAP. I was fine waiting a week, even two if necessary, but I thought, “Surely if He is calling us away from something so good and something we love so much then He will quickly bring these provisions.”

And it’s not that He hasn’t…He has provided for us 100% completely. We’ve lacked nothing. It’s just not in the way I had hoped for/expected.

I’ve laid out our needs morning after morning to God and have asked Him to miraculously provide. To show up in a way that brings Him glory and to provide for our needs. We need a new vehicle. We need a home. We need community. We need doctors and dentists and hair stylists. Etcetera.  So I surrender to Him and trust Him and expectantly wait that day for a miracle (along with relentlessly researching). And since we are on a budget we know it will take a miracle to get the kind of vehicle we would like and a house we love. So we pray and get excited knowing that God is able and wanting Him to get the credit. And day after day passes and we are still in the same boat.

I’ve been looking at my heart lately and wondering why I get so frustrated that we can’t afford these things that we want. My flesh is telling me we deserve them. I mean God took us from something so good and on top of that we were serving HIM. Ha! Maybe that is part of the problem. How easy it is to slip into the mindset of entitlement. It’s been a roller-coaster of emotions like “we should be ‘entitled’ to this” juxtaposed with “I am so grateful we have a roof over our heads”.

So I read this morning about dying to self. And it struck me. I read this quote “We leave a growing area of ministry at His command- then He provides one better than we had ever dreamed. We surrender all our cherished hopes and die to self- then He sends overflowing joy and His ‘life…that [we] might have it more abundantly.”

God’s ways are above mine. His timing is out of my understanding. He plans don’t make sense to me. But that’s okay. Because as long as I keep coming back to Him He provides for my every need.  I don’t need to worry about what I think we need or deserve. God is clearly able to take care of those things and as I look back, I can see that He always has.

We have had a couple of disappointments. We put an offer in on a house last week and after a few counteroffers it wasn’t accepted. That was hard. It wasn’t so much that I felt horribly distraught about THAT house it was that I so badly wanted a home. So I cried, hard. We talked about it and came to the conclusion that God must have something else out there even better (typical coping mechanism, right?). And as I type this we are saying yes to renting. It’s not what I had hoped for- I had hoped for a place of our own, our first house. We’ve dreamed of projects, etc we would do one day to our home. But this rental is a miracle in itself. It’s within our budget (because of generosity), it has a garage and a basement (which we prayed for specifically), and three bedrooms (which we had realllly wanted). It’s exactly what we need right now. And it’s for a reason.

I’m still not to the point where I can say I’m so happy and excited and even thankful for all of these changes. I will get there. Eventually. I will because there is so much good and so much to be excited about and so much to be thankful for- if I choose to live looking through His eyes, not mine.

I love this quote by F.B. Meyer, “Indeed, there is nothing God will not do for those who will dare to step out in faith onto what appears to be only a mist. As they take their first step, they will find a rock beneath their feet.”

here are some random pictures of life lately:

 7 months old!

4th of July

                  Last weekend we went to Michigan to celebrate with Amy & Matt for their wedding and I was super honored to be one of Amy's bridesmaids! It was SUCH a beautiful wedding!

Us with Mr & Mrs Raad!!

happy tuesday to y'all!