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 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.

Erin and Rusty share a dance. I think this may have been to their first dance song "moon river" but I'm not sure.
Now some photos from the wedding and the wedding reception…

In the limo leaving for the reception. This is one of my favorite images. Who says you can't shoot into the sun.

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.