Once again, I have a "better late than never" blog, but I couldn't go without mentioning this great event. Uncle Jeff made an honest woman out of Aunt Trish! This was our last family trip before Henry was born, so I am obviously behind, but I had a little difficulty getting some pics to post. I had the best seat I have ever had at a wedding (other than my own), and my batteries died 3 pictures into the ceremony. Nevertheless, I finally have some to share. It must have rained a foot while we there with constant tornado warnings and thunderstorms, but somehow Aunt Trish managed to dodge all the storms and look beautiful.
Papaw Doug, Aunt Trish, and Daddy. I jokingly said that this hold on her arms looks a little like "dead man walking." I'm pretty sure she was willing, but in Kentucky, I don't think it matters either way.
Duncan and the flower girl (Jeff's granddaughter) aka the most thorough flower girl ever. As you can see, Duncan insisted on walking the down the aisle with his hand in his pocket-not exactly sure why. We had to race to the wedding because as we were getting the boys dressed, Duncan's tie went MIA. He says he put it in the trash, and it is yet to be found. When we did arrive he said he didn't want to be the ring bearer, but someone convinced him otherwise. He did a great job. The rings on his pillow were props, but during the ceremony when the preacher called for the rings, it was all I could do to contain Duncan. He was trying to walk up front to give them the rings.
Slightly awkward moment of hand in pocket and rampant flower throwing. The director never really told them what to do when they got to the alter, so they stood. And stood.
Roland was supposed to be the ring bearer, but he had a case of "I'm too shy." He was handsome just the same. All that shyness disappeared for the chicken dance.
The wedding party.
Thanks to Mammaw and Pappaw for having us...
Congratulations Aunt Trish and Uncle Jeff!
Duncan and the flower girl (Jeff's granddaughter) aka the most thorough flower girl ever. As you can see, Duncan insisted on walking the down the aisle with his hand in his pocket-not exactly sure why. We had to race to the wedding because as we were getting the boys dressed, Duncan's tie went MIA. He says he put it in the trash, and it is yet to be found. When we did arrive he said he didn't want to be the ring bearer, but someone convinced him otherwise. He did a great job. The rings on his pillow were props, but during the ceremony when the preacher called for the rings, it was all I could do to contain Duncan. He was trying to walk up front to give them the rings.
Slightly awkward moment of hand in pocket and rampant flower throwing. The director never really told them what to do when they got to the alter, so they stood. And stood.
The wedding party.
Dances with the bride...
The boys had a blast at the reception. I think they danced until I thought they would pass out. Roland came home with the knees of his new suit worn thin. The guys in the band just happen to have small children and were kind enough to let ours come up and play on the bongos and wear the rasta wigs. They were in hog heaven.
Thanks to Mammaw and Pappaw for having us...
