I spent days perusing websites for the perfect dress for Rose to wear.
I spent more days scouring the internet for all-white clothes for the rest of us to wear.
I had Rose's picture taken ahead of time and sent out invitations.
I encouraged friends to attend, and secured the temple months in advance for a prime Saturday afternoon sealing appointment.
I hired a photographer and filled an entire wall with photos from the blessed event.
The whole family went out to dinner at a fancy restaurant after the sealing.
Like I said, a baby wedding. And it was a perfect day.
This year, my parents decided to visit a couple of weeks ago, and Ed and I looked at each other and said, "Maybe we should have Eli sealed to us while they're here."
I reserved the temple for a weeknight and told my friends they were under no obligation to attend. We changed the date a few days before when we thought he might be able to get in for surgery at the last minute.
Except for Eli, we all wore the same things as last year.
My mom was the photographer.
The whole family went to Cold Stone and got ice cream after the sealing.
When Ed and I got in bed that night, I said, "If last year we had a baby wedding, this year we had a baby elopement."
And it was still a perfect day.