Blessed and humbled part 1

Caution: If you ask God to humble you, He will be more than happy to answer that prayer. I have firsthand experience with this type of request, and I'm truly thankful that it was answered. (More on that later.)

I have never felt so loved by so many in such a short amount of time as I did this past weekend. I was blessed to have a bunch of my girlfriends plan my "bachelorette" party on Friday. (The quotes are significant here because many would not consider a night without booze, bars, and crazy beads to be a real bachelorette, but I am not one of those people!) It was a perfect girls night out. With a private cooking class, stretch hummer limo, princess tiara, and some awesome lingerie, it was a night I'll never forget!

Apparently I only befriend amazingly gorgeous women!

Chef John was picking on Lauren and T. I think he can smell fear.
Look how attentive everyone else is,
except B who doesn't take crap from nobody!

Thanks for coming Laur, even if you didn't get to ride in the hummer.
Love you!

Lindsey and I didn't know what we were in for when we volunteered to man the chicken.
I had to remind myself that the chicken I eat is never EVER alive. Isn't everyone's?

T and B don't mess around.

Since the Olympus, of course, ran our of juice. I will post more pictures soon from the real photographer's camera.

You girls are all such a blessing! Thanks to those who traveled, those who did all the planning, and those who gave up time with their own men to prepare me for mine!
I can't wait to shower each of you in the future.

~Blessed CB

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