It’s Memorial Day and Eli and I are recovering from Greg and Shawna’s wedding weekend. We spent this morning looking at another possible house to rent. As we have come to expect, once again this house had a fatal and unexpected flaw. The walls were pink. Not a little pink, but pepto bismo, bubblegum, breast cancer ribbon pink. We were very polite and said we would call, but all the while I was thinking, “Come on! Do you really consider bright pink to be a color most people would want to wake up to every morning? Is this why you only described the house instead of posting interior photos? What is wrong with people? How can home owners be this misguided?” Eli said he could live with it. This makes me out to be the particular one once again.
But let’s backtrack to what I’m supposed to be writing about. The wedding. It was lovely and I took some photographs. Perhaps my competing camera kept the professional photographers on their toes. Until those photographs arrive, here are a few of my own.
First… Some photographs from the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner.
Greg and Shawna during the rehearsal.
Pretending and practicing once again.
Joe sings along with the piano player.
Erica and Penn.
Greg puts on Shawna's Indian marriage necklace so that Greg will never perish or at least not perish soon.
The four brothers singing. This has a tendency to happen as more drinks are served and the party plots onward into the night.
Mom and Barb dancing.
After the crowd left a couple of last songs for the family.
Erin and Rusty share a dance. I think this may have been to their first dance song "moon river" but I'm not sure.
Greg and Shawna.
Now some photos from the wedding and the wedding reception…
Ale as the flowergirl.
The bridesmaids and flowergirl.
The maid of honor walking up.
Reunited and married.
I may have caught this moment but Ale totally missed it.
In the limo leaving for the reception. This is one of my favorite images. Who says you can't shoot into the sun.
Just a darn nice photo of my parents.
Erica and Penn.
Ale. A little bored.
Greg, Shawna and Ale.
I'm running out of novel things to write here. Why did I decide to tag all of the photos?
Some cousins, second cousins... Anna is is looking particularly lovely.
Ale with her eight year old fans behind her. I always was very jealous of flower girls as a kid and certainly can identify more with her slightly jealous friends than with Ale's look of pride and accomplishment in this photo.
The parents of the bride and groom.
Mary and her children and grandchildren.
Maria and Ana. Looking more twin like than usual.
Obligatory. It's late at night and the brothers start singing to some pretty lady.
Hmm. This is new. Down on one knee and singing to the pretty lady.
Have I missed this part of Penn's personality all these years?
One last photo of Greg and Shawna for the night.
And now some obligatory pictures of the next and cutest Van Scoyoc generation. Ale is a part of this generation, but we've seen enough of her today haven't we. This is Sam.
Sam and Anna playing.
Sam and Alex playing.
Sam has already learned to recover quickly after a total wipeout.
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