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Wedding Bells A Ringing

Spring term of my senior year was a combination of sleeping ’til noon; classes three days a week; senior celebrations; and working my butt off to get to graduation.

It started with best friends’, Kahla and Kyle’s, bridal showers.

Ham It Up: Kahla and Kyle

We were running around for weeks beforehand, but finally the day came, we settled on a church hall, and set up in record time. Here, Kahla takes a moment to smile before the shower.

Smiling at her bridal shower.

Smiling at her bridal shower.

But not before expressing her pre-shower jitters.

Kahla Nervousness

For food, Kahla decided on a cupcake bar, where each person got to choose a cupcake flavor, icing flavor, and toppings. Here, my cupcake, a gluten free vanilla deliciousness with tons of sprinkles, waits for me to eat it.
Cupcake

Kahla invited guests to come dressed as princesses, since it was fairy tale themed. We made a contest out of it and here, the winner, Celina, poses in her outfit with her cupcake and smile!Cupcake Princess

Celine was one of the only tween attendees, but their were a bunch of children present, as well, Here, the youngest guest watches the bride-to-be, as she holds her, in awe.

Baby Bridal Shower Guest

Look at those big, blue eyes!

Kahla and Kyle Smile

Congrats, Kahla and Kyle!

Leaving the Leprechauns

It feels like I’ve been in Ireland forever and a day at the same time.

In reality, it’s been nine weeks.

All of the schoolwork, tours, and activities kept me in the moment.

It wil be weird not walking by the old friary every morning on my way to class after picking up my morning coffee from JitterBeans.

I will miss walking by the harbor on my way to classes when I had extra time and taking evening strolls to watch the tides and sunsets.

Although I didn’t go out a lot, I will miss the pub atmospheres. I will miss knowing the bartenders and them knowing me. I will miss the comradery of the entire town.

I will miss the old stone buildings and churches. I will even miss what’s found in them.

I will miss the small shops owned and operated by unique people.

I will miss Dungarvan’s lively art scene as proved by the Storytelling Southeast Festival.

I will miss be able to adventure throughout Europe with my friends.

And, lastly, I will miss having such a lovely place to take pictures and grow as an individual.

Thank you for everything, Dungarvan.

My last night there, I had no wake.

I will return again someday.