Wedding Bells and Fish Tales

My last post was somewhat morbid, so I thought this one could be geared towards other events that happened before Ryan's hernia surgery -- a wedding and fishing! I also haven't been posting much lately either, so I'm trying!

I love weddings. I love seeing the happy couple in wedded bliss. I love watching them as they say their vows to each other and the looks in their eyes. I love the whole celebration aspect of it.  Ryan's stepbrother got married and it was an absolutely beautiful wedding. It was a very hot and humid outdoor wedding, but a beautiful wedding indeed. I wish I would've taken more pictures during the wedding, but it was a very intimate setting and I didn't feel like taking pictures during it. Luckily Ryan's mom took some after wedding pics of all her kids and so I have that to share...

The following day after the wedding, we were off to go up north for Ryan's family's annual fishing trip! Unfortunately we weren't able to stay a full week like everyone else due to Ryan's surgery, but hopefully next year we'll be there for the whole week. It was such a great time and so relaxing. Like I've said before, I love seeing Ryan in his fishing element. I've really never seen anything like it. As relaxed and laid back of a person he is already, he is even more relaxed fishing. It's a beautiful sight to me.

my teeniest catch! I swear, the other fish were bigger ;)

Hello, Mr. Teeny Tiny Turtle!

not bad for the first day :)

A little piece of heaven

My man got some major sunburn (hence the very fashionable hat the 2nd day), but he was still happy!

In Sickness and In Health

This post may be a little morbid or sound crazy, but what the heck...

I've had a very busy few weeks lately, especially this past week. Ryan and I had a family wedding, then his families' annual fishing trip, and then Ryan had hernia surgery yesterday. We were so tempted not to leave the fishing trip because it's his absolute favorite thing to do. I mean, seeing him, watching him in that element is something so precious to me, I can't even explain it. We were both sad that we had to leave in the middle of the trip for his surgery, but unfortunately he doesn't get much time off work, so what can you do?

Leading up to his surgery and even during the fishing trip when his mom would bring it up every once in a while, Ryan and I would both respond with something to the extent of "oh, it will be fine". And honestly, that's how we thought it would be. Then, yesterday morning as I was sitting next to him in his hospital bed, seeing him for the first time in a hospital gown, and then watching the nurses wheel him into the OR, for a split second, I thought, what if he's not?

Tears came to my eyes once he was out of view since I didn't want to look like a baby in front of the nurses and I said a quick prayer that everything really would be fine.  It was pretty morbid to think, what if something went wrong and by some freak accident a minor, same day surgery, would not go as planned? These thoughts all of a sudden flooded into my mind. What if all of a sudden, this man I've spent almost half my life with was gone -- just like that.

I know, I know, hernia surgery does not equal a quadruple bypass, but still. I guess I panicked in a way for a second, but only because I never want to lose this man I love so much.

In the end though, my pager the hospital gave me went off (FINALLY), and the surgeon met me in a room to shake my hand, give me some post op instructions, and most importantly, tell me: "Everything went fine." Music to my ears.

And as my "patient" for a few days is downstairs napping with his new penguin pillow pet we named "Hank" (he's going to get me back me for saying that, haha), I'm up here thanking God again for the thousandth time for getting him back to me safe. He's sore, has a huge shaved patch on his stomach, and a little smiley-face looking incision under his belly button, but he's fine.
And his inny that turned into an outy, is an inny once again. :)