Sapiua was in Virginia last weekend.  Sarah and company throw quite the flower-making party.  I got to go.  It was awesome.​  

I touched a million roses and have a scratch on every finger to prove it.  I learned "closed toe" means wear a steel-toed boot so when your clippers drop you don't take a toe or tendon off.  I watched the super-talented Nicolette style a bouquet.  Then I did it.  And did it again and again.  I realized I should add a ladder, a mop, a broom, trash-bags, paper-towels and red lipstick to my tool-kit.  I helped make a massive archway covered in olive branches and flowers (which I failed to photograph, so I keep checking Jose's blog for footage).  I bore witness to the construction of the most gentle, yet commanding works of art — ever.  There aren't words to describe it.  So again, I check Jose's blog for footage.  I ate peanut butter and jelly and a lot of chocolate-covered almonds.  There were walkie-talkies and velvet and silk everywhere.​  

I loved it.​

​Sarah & Nicolette are the girls who made me fall in love with flowers, so working along-side them was really special.  

A day or so after the wedding, I cleaned out a box of magazine clippings in an effort to go paperless, and I found a Martha Stewart article on bouquets I saved a few years ago.  I've always loved it, and as I was re-reading it, I realized it was Sarah's work.  I'm not surprised, and gosh, who knew I'd make bouquets with her on October 6?!  The Lord did.  

"You saw me before I was born.  Every day of my life was recorded in your book.  Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.  How precious are your thoughts about me, Oh God.  They are innumerable!  I can't even count them.  They outnumber the grains of sand.  And when I wake up in the morning you are still with me."​     (Psalm 139:16-18)