I'm either going to name him Branwell Bronte ("B.B." for short; Branwell Bronte, as in the often forgotten brother of the Bronte sisters) or Alejandro (I heard the song on the radio and I kinda like it).
The only reason my legs are literally sparkling in this picture is because, during this entire "photo shoot" it was raining. That and the fact that I am scarily pale. I need the sun to come back and change that for me. 
I wish my bouquet were clearer, but since it isn't, it consisted of honeysuckle, daisies, and more random pink flowers. I like the contrast of the flowers and the girly dress with the jean jacket and the truck; it's girly-girl meets hillbilly girl. But hey--that's me.
Dress: Maurice's
Silver loops: Claire's
Denim Jacket: Gap
--T.
