Who gives this woman?
Well, for better or for worse, the deed is done.
There are lots of stories to tell. Like the final disposition of my outfit, the presence of a certain purple striped monkey, how the bride ended up on her duff in the middle of the reception hall right before the ceremony, how the ring bearer and the flower girl wouldn't let go of each other's hands. These things always have that. It's what makes them worth all the dress up and bother.
At times I didn't know whether to scratch my watch or wind my backside. There seemed like it was problem after problem. I was going insane the whole day. But once they put the names on the paper I figured the rest was gravy. And thanks to the grace of a great many people who stepped in to help, when zero hour came it all somehow worked out. They have walked the walk and said the words. Here's a couple shots:
Getting things set up:
Who gives this woman? Her mother and I do....
I give you Mr. & Mrs. Punk who shows up at my house at 5 am. ;)
I'll have more to say once I've had ten seconds to think. I've still got family in town and I honestly don't know what I think about this. My little girl is now a Mrs. Someone. And while Someone is a nice kid, he's still got my baby and I'm not sure how I feel about that.
I pray they live as long as they love, and love as long as they live.