I'm still waiting for the 'good pictures' from the 'real photographer'
Until then you will have to be satisfied with tiny glimpses of the happy couple
And the backs of their over coiffed heads
And blurry pictures of my mother behind the canopy
And the back of my fathers head
and pictures of Youngest trying to hide behind the leg of the canopy
and more blurry pictures
Awwww! Kissing! I think they're kissing.
And pictures of the back of my child. And the top of Grandpa's head.
A tiny sliver of Youngest and the back of John Boys head.
I can't help laughing about my mother, behind the canopy, taking pictures.
Not a clear shot of anyone.
The back of my mother (taking pictures from her SEAT like a good girl) dad and John boy. Did anyone notice that I am sitting behind my parents?It goes like this. We're all waiting for it to start. And then it does! SURPRISE! I see the mother get walked down, yes, then Sister of the Bride drags Youngest down the stairs, 2 adorable little girls shower the stairs and whatnot with silk rose petals, then Father of the Bride waits and the foot of the stairs for his little girl to make it down. As she hits the last stair Mother of the Bride shouts 'START THE MUSIC'. Yeah. Hilarious. I am about 3 rows back because the front seat was in the sun and the seats were brown. Brown and hot.
Youngest said he had no clue what was going on, there was no rehearsal, all of a sudden Sister of the Bride grabs him and shoves him out the door.
Youngest called it a ghetto wedding.
I insist it was beautiful, really beautiful. The MOB (that's mother of the bride) planned the whole thing, the whole time working 40 hours per week and babysitting her grandkids. When I see the amount of work she did, pretty much by herself, it was amazing. Amazing! She made the flower arrangements, bouquets and corsage's. My corsage was absolutely beautiful, as was my mothers which we managed to receive at the reception. I can't remember if I had them when the professional photographers were taking family pictures.
The framework was there, but the organization, not so much. MOB was overwhelmed with all that needed to be done and the amount of help she had. She needed a planner, someone other than the MOB to oversee projects and get everyone on their mark.
To me, it was truly beautiful. I didn't cry (thanks to mother and her camera antics) All weddings are special. Spiritual. Two separate individuals being bound by love to live their lives as one. And this was my son. Son of my heart. My firstborn. And she's a beautiful girl. She's smart and good. She'll make a wonderful mother to my grandchildren some day.
I look forward to smiling at the wedding of their children.
This day, I am blessed.
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I think I love them better than I would a professional photographer's shots. This? Is love.
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