The Best Little Black Box EVER.

I'm not sure what it is exactly that gets me so jazzed about our wedding bands, but Mr. Seashell already had to take them away from me for fear that I was getting a little too obsessed. In fact, he threatened to ship them off to Las Vegas for his Best Man to hold onto until the wedding. Then he "hid" them in his night stand. Nice try, honey. Before Mr. Seashell got home from work tonight I pulled them out for a photo shoot before their big day. Mr. Seashell may or may not have caught me in some point in the process. And yes, you already saw them from our day at the jeweler. But this is different, they're HOME and they're OURS. It's REAL.

Ok, I'm done. I'll back my train out of crazy town. Did your wedding bands inspire any sort of crazy covert photo shoot? No, just me?