Weddingbee Blog

…getting to snow (cone) aaaall aboooout youuuuu…!

I am still beside myself that I actually get to do this, but hellooooo, hive!! I’ll admit it. For the past few weeks, I’ve been trying to avoid the temptation of checking my email, giving in and checking it more often than I’d like to admit, and feeling guilty that I didn’t have better self-control. It was a wicked little cycle, but the good news is there’s a happy ending to it all! Yesterday, on a somewhat shadester bus I take to and from my part-time job, I got an email titled “Weddingbee Application.” My heart stopped for a quick second before I decided to take the plunge and open it. I saw a lot of exclamation points, the phrase “great addition to the Weddingbee team,” and a list of character options. I audibly gasped and then proceeded to creepily giggle to myself for the rest of the commute, further adding to the shadester environment of that lovely little bus.

Anyhow, getting down to business. Who are the Snow Cones? We are high school sweethearts, finally living in the same city for the first time in four years and trying to successfully navigate this whole “growing up” thing. I am a public health graduate student; when I’m not reading about breastfeeding or p-values, I spend my time absorbing celebrity gossip, being sarcastic, drinking a lot of Diet Pepsi, and shopping online. Mr. Snow Cone is an engineer whose main passions are camping, Italian food, Pitt sports, and putting up with my various shenanigans.

Why Snow Cone? A few summers back, Mr. Snow Cone and I visited Washington, D.C. and biked part of the C&O Canal trail to Bethesda, Maryland, where we had the most mind-blowing snow cones in the history of mankind. I kid you not, we still talk about those mystical creations to this day…that’s some pretty impressive lasting power for shredded ice and sugary syrup! Plus, who honestly doesn’t like a snow cone?!

(all photos personal)

I am so unbelievably excited to share our wedding’s journey with all of you!

Hugs galore,

Miss Snow Cone