So my little girl married her military man last night. It was a whirlwind and I am so glad we had a photographer because this mother-of-the bride left the reception realizing her camera had been pretty much abandoned in the joy and hubub of celebrating.
I was aware enough to grab a few pics of the bride getting ready. She wore an antique pearl and rhinestone necklace and a vintage brooch that I have had for years and always dreamed of the right opportunity for one of us to wear it. I though it was perfect for her wrap.
As they had their photos taken in our little town a small boy mistook her for a princess.
Can you blame him?
Her sister was Maid of Honor, her cousin wasn't able to make it in from New York to be in the wedding this time, much to our sorrow, but we know she was thinking of us as we were thinking of her.
These two are a pair and have always been so close.
I know they will stay close even though miles will separate them. Whew, it all goes by so quickly! I'll admit to being a little frazzled, but we had so much help from wonderful friends and loved ones and I am so grateful because I really couldn't have pulled it off without them.
It was a small, intimate wedding with our closest friends and relatives. People we love so much, and it made for a beautiful celebration.
Today we try to dig out from the decorations, and gifts and spend a little more time with our daughter and her new husband. (I have a son!)
I don't want to bore you, but there is more to come as soon as I get some photos.
Oh it was beautiful, and yes, I cried. But I'm so happy for my girl:>)