A full Sunday

Good morning and happy Sunday!

This morning I woke up nicely early, which is so easy to do when there is no alarm or office to be getting to. I decided to make the most of it and went to the early Mass. I even spent two minutes to get an outfit photo before I left so that I could join the What I Wore Sunday and Sunday Best link-up parties (sidenote: yesterday I was reading Anne of Avonlea and read a line about wearing "purple and fine linen" which made me smile).

"Is it starting to rain or is the wind just blowing water off these leaves?"

Or at least most of an outfit photo. I definitely had shoes and socks on. I guess living in Vermont for five years made me comfortable with the whole shoes-socks-dress-thing, but not comfortable enough to make a permanent record of it. I wish I had documented me in my helmet, riding my bicycle off into the morning. Next time.

When I got home I made myself a ridiculously delicious white chocolate mocha, because today is not just a regular Sunday. For one thing it is Father's Day (although not in Sweden, minor detail).

Happy Father's Day to the kind of dad who will dance at my wedding even though I don't think he really likes dancing(:

This photo of me and my dad was taken one year ago, to the date actually, adding to the cause to celebrate. They say the first year of marriage is the hardest one, so I'll just go ahead and check that off the list and hope they are not lying. Hopefully they don't actually mean the first year of marriage that you spend together. So, well, it is too bad that Greg and I don't get to spend our first anniversary together, but there is major consolation in knowing that he'll be moving here in about a month. So at least there is that. Plus I feel like I have a good excuse to browse through our wedding and engagement photos(:

(photo credit to Garren for these last two)

2012: My trifecta year

Probably one of the best remarks I heard this year was a congratulations on my trifecta year. In 2012 I finished my PhD, got married, and moved to Sweden to start a new job (in order of occurrence, not importance).

Finishing graduate school was an amazing and magical thing. Just look how happy I was.

Mainly I am smiling because I love my giant hat. Too bad it was just a rental.

(Sometimes I feel bad that photographers are just trying to do a good job of photographing people, but that is really hard when everyone is turning away from the camera. Usually I end up making a goofy face at the camera, but somehow this person got a genuine smile. The result was me appearing on the Dartmouth Graduate Studies homepage for a bit of time.)

And one quick week after the graduation ceremony was our wedding. As much as I love the phrase "trifecta year" I am guessing that it won't take long before I only remember 2012 as the year that Greg became my husband. 

The actual day of the wedding was a bit of a blur. I remember being awake in the middle of the night and painting my fingernails or toenails. I remember hearing Greg talking with someone before he walked in, when I was still in the basement being unseen. I remember not knowing some of the songs because we kind of got the music program together at the last minute and managed to pick some versions that I didn't know. I remember being bolstered by the lovely loud singing of The Gilbert family. I remember Father Justin giving an amazing homily (and also remember seeing his thumb shaking, even though his demeanor was completely relaxed). I remember being told that there were no plates, but that Bette & Andy just happened to have a ginormous amount of them, so that had been taken care of. I remember dancing, with everyone, but particularly waltzing with Greg. And I remember that he and I were the absolute last two left at the reception hall, and his car was so packed that I was sitting in the front seat balancing leftover cake on my lap.

Here are some of the photos captured by our amazing photographer. 










Oh those Dominicans!




Why bother feeding each other cake when there is a pig roast?


Lamby!

Did Garren get a picture of that face I made just at the end of this little video clip, you ask? Why yes. Yes he did.



I have to cut myself off with wedding stuff, or this post could become outrageously long.

Finally, in mid-August, was my move to Sweden to start my new job. I am incredibly pleased with the work, and with making Sweden home. 

All in all, I'd say the year was quite good!

A tiny sneak preview of what has been happening at the letterpress studio lately

Barrett Hall

A dance floor worth getting excited about!!

(Also my first attempt at hodge-podge-panorama, which I am a big fan of.)

Julie & Dave got married!

Happy Wedding Julie & Dave!