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While My Boyfriend Was Sleeping

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“Loves grows where my Rosemary goes.”

June 1, 2010 by heidi 8 Comments

May 30, 2010 | Clearwater Beach, Florida

On Sunday, my beautiful sister-in-law Rosemary married her beau, Adam at the Sandpearl Resort on Clearwater Beach. I was a bridesmaid, so this little photo essay is missing many pieces. I apologize. Still, some of you asked for some behind-the-scenes shots, so here are a few. I think you’ll agree with me when I say Rosey is one breathtaking bride, Adam is one happy fella and the Sandpearl is one swank venue. Enjoy!

My beaming in-laws and their beaming daughter.

It takes a village to raise a wedding dress.

Jillian (on her knees there) is a bridesmaid extraordinaire. She can fix a bustle in .08 seconds. If this had been a Nascar race and Rosey had been a driver, Jillian would have led the pit crew.

Love the beading on her dress. LOVE IT.

You know how in the movies when a bride walks down the stairs and her family and friends cry because they’ve never seen her look so stunning? Rosey was one of those brides.

Proud mama.

Proud papa.

The ambiance of the wedding in two words: tropical storybook.

Rosey and Adam stayed in their own private suite on the beach. And this was no beach bungalow. It was a two-story house with full-length windows and electric shades.

The best moment of the night came when my in-laws requested the song Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) by Edison Lighthouse. It was totally unexpected and those of us on the dance floor just naturally joined hands and formed a giant circle around Rosey, as Adam twirled her around. I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it. I’ve never seen a bride look so adorable and blissful.

Grandpa Ra basks in the glory of air conditioning.

The flight of the bridesmaids.

The unique slanted beading on this dress had a subtle princess quality. It glimmered in the sun.

The Scarlett O’Hara moment.

The paparazzi moment.

The coming-down-the-stairs moment.

Miss Leilani gets her ‘do done.

Jillian and Kristin with bouquets that could brighten any room.

“Every girl needs a strand of pearls.” – Leilani with pearl-less me.

My husband wore his corduroy TV jacket to the dress rehearsal. It was 88 degrees out.

The view from the Bardi balcony. Not too shabby, eh?

The view on the way to the spa, which I (unfortunately) did not patronize during my stay.

The groom lounges poolside while the women primp. Stress? What stress?

My sister PK, drinking something fruity at the cocktail hour.

I was in love with the cake-cutting lighting and even more so with the orange wall. It gave the photos a funky retro vibe.

Congratulations Adam and Rosey! Your wedding was an absolute delight. This beach bum bridesmaid is so, so happy for you.

Filed Under: Clearwater Beach, florida, Joe, Leilani, love, lovey doveyness, mushy anecdotes, photography, Rosey, wedding pomp

Comments

  1. mothership says

    June 1, 2010 at 12:50 pm

    Rosey looks so happy and so beautiful. Adam makes one handsome groom also. Awesome pictures, thanks for sharing! Best Wishes extended to the happy couple for many many years of wedded bliss.

  2. Roberta says

    June 1, 2010 at 2:06 pm

    Wow, how lovely! Rosey’s dress was gorgeous; I love the bridesmaid dresses, and MaryAnn, you look wonderful!

    My best to the happily wedded couple – ah, weddings, they’re so joyful!

    Roberta

  3. RO says

    June 1, 2010 at 4:36 pm

    STUNNING! That’s all I need to say 🙂

  4. Mary Ann (the other Mary Ann) says

    June 1, 2010 at 6:15 pm

    Beautiful pictures, Beautiful bride, Beautiful MOB…sniff sniff……

  5. Laurie | Your Ill-fitting Overcoat says

    June 1, 2010 at 6:50 pm

    These photos are GORGEOUS! Everyone looked so beautiful. I had such a blast!

  6. Sara says

    June 1, 2010 at 9:44 pm

    Beautiful photos!! Great work.

    My three random thoughts:

    1 – Joe’s parents are so insanely cute, I just want to pinch them.

    2 – I love the brides hair. Simple and elegant.

    3 – I like how you threw an ‘eh’out there.

  7. Dee Ford says

    June 7, 2010 at 12:46 pm

    Heidi I found your blog! You need to write that book I love how you write. It kept me in a trance. Thanks so much for the wedding pictures of Rosey. Wow, how beautiful. The Mom of the bride looked pretty hot too. Thanks so much. I was so sorry I couldn’t be there. You are now an official actress.

  8. Tabitha (From Single to Married) says

    June 24, 2010 at 9:53 pm

    so pretty! And that dress is gorgeous. Oh man, I love weddings!

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