Now that you saw the very rushed photos from the matron of honor (that’s me) of my sister’s wedding…now it’s time for the professional pictures. I scalped them from the low-res online gallery because I am crafty and sneaky and awesome like that.
I’m just gonna tell you whatever I think about when I see the photo…it’s probably not important…it’s probably random. just roll with it.
My Mummum and Boots grandmother were given broaches as their corsage. I love that idea. Ten points for Nornie on her smart thinking of giving something beautiful and lasting
Oh and did I mention that Nornie and Boots incorporated a bunch of old Jewish and Hebrew traditions into their ceremony? They did. I loved it. Even when it was comical…like the blowing of the shofar to signify the celebration. My brothers both had one and let’s just say that if it was done incorrectly – it sounded like a cat dying in a recycling factory. Thankfully – they both blew that horn like it was their job. well, it was their job…but you know what I mean.
Nornie being dramatic
Many of you know that Norn was a single mom. And that Cole is a very special member of our family. I think what most people don’t think about is that there was a time when my 19 year old sister who found out she was newly pregnant had to decide what to do…to keep this baby and raise him by herself…or give him up for adoption. Can you even imagine that kind of decision? that kind of pressure? that kind of responsibility and loneliness? I hold a very special place in my heart for women who are single moms…those girls that take the bad and the good of parenting all by themselves…those people that are immensely strong and sacrificial and that don’t live in fear of the unknown…but with hope. And that to me was what Norn’s wedding was all about – a fresh start with a heart full of hope.
One last prayer before we headed down for the ceremony…
My mom used shephards hooks to hang these glass lanterns (we used them at my wedding too so it was doubly special to me to see them) to line the aisle.
And Cole used our special ring bearers box to carry the rings for the ceremony. At our wedding, our nephew Braden (who was only 5 at the time) carried this same treasure box. I love that the cousins have shared in this.
The ceremony was so simple and precious. They even washed each other’s feet during it…to signify service and humility to one another.
We girls just held bunches of babys breath…love the simplicity of that, don’t you? And yes, those of you on Team Hair Down – this was one of the last photos Lori had her hair up in…
Don’t they look so happy?! I love that. I also don’t wanna beat a dead horse but seriously – the hair. I hate to say it because it feels soo darn good and I don’t like reminding people constantly that I am spot-on about pretty much everything (sarcasm)…but I WAS sooo right about the hair. So so right
All the pictures were taken right there in our front yard…and in the side yard…glad that we actually mowed over there
My grandparents….holding up a 5 and 7 to signify their 57 years of marriage together. I love them so much and am so glad that they have made it that long…it gives me a goal
Let me just say that I had to give a speech. And usually me + public speaking = me crying in public with eye makeup running into my mouth. So I tried to keep it short and simple and not laugh too much at myself…because that’s just awkward when you laugh at your own jokes and nobody else is. I did tell the story about how when Nornie brought Boots home the first time to meet her family. I was severely pregnant with Will and basically grilled him to an inch of his life about his intentions with my sister. I blame the hormones.
And there was only one little moment where I teared up…but I will say that I didn’t end up in the fetal position in front of 100 people…which has been known to happen. Success!
Brownie bar! Such a genius idea.
Okay – and now we get into the part of the night where I basically let my hair down, pulled out the ugly face and did the homeschooled white girl’s version of dancing. And yes, that is my darling boy toy behind me looking like he’s drop kicking my butt out of the dance floor.
This one is my favorite. I think I was spanking someone while simultaenously doing the Tootsie roll with my legs
And my mom pulled out these sticks with tinsel on them (which were a huge hit by the way) and my older brother was demonstrating how guys already looked dumb enough trying to dance at weddings…the last thing they needed was streamers
This is my brother and my husband and my other brother. Yay. Don’t you wanna invite my crazy family over for your wedding?
And my grandmother. Now you know where I get the energy – it’s genetic
And yes, this is all while the DJ was playing gangsta rap Seriously though…he didn’t do it the whole night…only when he wasn’t given any requests by us country folk.
Brad is a goofball. I love him so much and am so glad he’s my brother. Nobody makes me laugh like him. I have no idea what he was doing here..but it was hilarious. obviously.
So that’s it…a few of the pics that I snatched off the professional wedding photographer’s website for a little nuptial recap.
If you are interested – the photography was done through Sugar Snap Photography (the actual photographer’s name I forgot but he was really fun) and they should get a big round of applause for capturing some really funny, sweet and beautiful moments.
And now I am officially done with recapping about the wedding! Yay!
Anyone wanna share something sweet/hilarious/goofy/wrong that went down at your wedding or a wedding you’ve been to? And for the love of God, please someone tell me that they look as crazy as I do when dancing…