I do. And I cry at pretty much all weddings no matter who is getting married. Okay… I think I might not cry if I happened to end up being witness to an Elvis style Las Vegas wedding… Or maybe I would cry, but for different reasons.
Yesterday one of my very dear friends got married to her best friend of all. I was honored to be in the bridal party. I even managed to give the toast without getting my tongue tied in too many knots. I did forget my glass at the table though. Minor detail.
It was a beautiful wedding. She was a gorgeous bride and her husband looked upon her with such adoration and such joy…
Every minute in which I was not doing bridesmaidly duties I was charged with taking any of the pictures that her official photographer could not get. And he, being a friend of hers, happily allowed me to tag along behind him and learn from him and take as many pictures as I wanted. And I readily accepted that invitation as you might imagine.
But first I have to show you my hair. I loved it.
Or if that’s not a good angle…
It didn’t move all day and when I took the 100 bobby pins, that were holding it in place, out that night I was suddenly transformed into a wild beast, followed by an 80’s hair bear and then finally a 60’s chick.
But the main point of this post is the pictures that I took of my friend, the beautiful bride and her wonderful new husband. AHHH!! She’s married!! She’s a wife!! Hooray!
And finally here is a picture of me and my dashing groom.