How I Asked My Maids

I am so blessed to have some amazing friends in my life.  

When I got engaged, I knew exactly who I wanted to be a part of my big day.

& I also knew I wanted to ask my bridesmaids, maid of honor, & flower girl in a very special way.

After wracking my brain trying to come up with a clever way to ask my nearest & dearest, a light bulb went off in my head while driving to work one morning!  Out if nowhere a couple cute stanzas in what I call now my "bridesmaid poem" popped into my head.  As soon as I got to work & wrote them down & added a couple more verses. 

I knew it was my perfect way...

I'm not saying I'm Shakespeare or anything, but I don't think that's the point at all!  My poem to my girlfriends is super basic as far as structure, but has a few inside jokes, makes you laugh (and hopefully cry a little) & is really personalized. 

 Just what I wanted!  

I printed out the poems on nice paper (purchased from any office supply store) 

& framed them in these AMAZING vintage frames I found on Etsy.com.

 

The finished product... 

I wrapped them in simple brown package paper & put a glittery silver bow on them.  I'm happy to say my maid of honor & my bridesmaids laughed & cried! Mission accomplished!!  ;)

Ps.  I wrote a special version for my niece (flower girl), too.

I put hers in the same frame & wrapped it the same way so she was just like the "big girls".  ;)

xoxo Shauna

Friday Quote Day…

Not really a quote but one of my favorite poems ever… Whenever I need some strength or inspiration, this always does the trick.  

Kisses & Contracts

After a While


After a while you learn
The subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't always mean security.

And you begin to learn
That kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman
Not the grief of a child

And you learn
To build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is
Too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way
Of falling down in mid flight

After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers

And you learn
That you really can endure
That you are really strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
With every good bye you learn.

Veronica A. Shoffstall