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It’s Friday July 23rd, the day before the wedding. It’s about 5pm. Dave, the groom, has just entered the church. His brother Andrew is flanking him and . . . I mean, come on, how often do you expect me to point out his little “staring down the camera” shenanigans? His overwhelming consistency is really quite amazing, considering these pictures span 3 days of flurried activity. You’d think with his brother getting married there would be other things on his mind, and yet as soon as my camera popped out, the death stare was brought out at the blink of an eye. I don’t know whether to commend him or punch him. Any views on the matter?
After a long day of decorating and making emergency bathing suit purchasing runs, finally, we all headed to the chapel area. It was time to get these proceedings a-crackin’.
The “a-crackin'” involved a lot of standing around at first. We stood around in the foyer area . . .
. . . and we stood around in the chapel, too.
But I wasn’t complaining–it was a great opportunity to take another 5,000 pictures.
And snuggle a little with my sweetie.
Among those 5,000 pictures there were cute shots of Erica and her friends Dani and Rowenna, Erica and her new in-laws, Erica hamming it up with Dad, Erica looking adoringly at her soon-to-be husband . . . Erica, Erica, Erica. Man, she was getting all the attention. If she weren’t the bride, I might have had to intervene with some older-sister attention-recovering tactics the likes of which I haven’t had to resort to since I was 10 and Erica was in a movie.
Erica was just glowing.
After the green photo that I posted yesterday of Wendy, Erica’s new mother-in-law, I hope to redeem myself today by showing how cute she looked. Dang.
In fact, both mothers were looking wonderful.
Mom and I posed, and a disembodied hand came to rest on my head.
I love this shot of Howard (Erica’s new father-in-law) and Nicole, his daughter:
And here’s a good one of Rowenna, one of the bridesmaids, and her husband Randy:
My husband and Randy spent some time bonding, doubtless over something academic. Don’t they look thoughtful?
Brilliant things were said, I’m sure–just brilliant. Good job with the whole PhD thing, you two. It makes me proud.
Heidi was wearing these fabulous shoes. If they had been 1 size larger, I would have ripped them off her feet and run from the wedding shouting in victory. Heidi, you’ll never know what a close call that was.
Here are Heidi and The Bun with Mike . . .
Here, they appear to be plotting something sinister. I wasn’t cool enough for them to let me in on the plan, though.
We managed to snag the bride for a little 3 sisters shot:
Dave worked on finalizing a few things with the minister. Here, he was saying “So, just don’t forget the whole ‘kiss the bride’ part, OK? I really want to get to the ‘kiss the bride’ part. In fact, could we work a ‘kiss the bride’ into both the beginning and the end of the ceremony? Whaddya think?”
The minister was having none of it. “Get out of here, you love-obsessed crazy boy!” he screamed. And that was the end of the rehearsal.
Heh heh, gotcha, didn’t I? No, seriously, the wedding went off with only one “kiss the bride”, though how prolonged it was and how “French” it was I shall not discuss. At all.
The crowds were beginning to get impatient, so a stand-in bouquet was shoved into Erica’s unwilling hand.
I love these pictures of Erica and Dave entering the chapel and walking down the aisle. Everything about it screams “this is right.”
I mean, do you see the expressions on their faces? It’s something to behold. Pure, God-sent love.
The rehearsal was officially under way. We practiced walking. I haven’t thought that much about putting one foot in front of the other since I learned how to walk.
Dad was getting a little emotional walking Erica down.
I cried about 4 times more during the rehearsal than I did during the wedding. I knew the small and kindly gathering of empathetic relatives at the rehearsal wouldn’t mind if my nose became the color of a Santa suit and inflated to twice its regular size.
As the snot poured down my nasal passages, I realized this was it: Erica was really getting married.
The parents practiced coming up front for the prayer:
They practiced the foot-washing . . .
And Andrew . . . oh, Andrew. Check him out between the pastor and Dave.
Can you believe this guy!? Erica and Dave, if you want a good copy of this picture I can eliminate him via Photoshop. I’m thinking a little “Gaussian Blur” layer mask will take care of those relentless, staring eyes.
Here’s Mary Beth, looking beautiful . . . it’s good to know I can count on her to look good. Mary Beth, I hope you never break my trust.
Back to Heidi:
After running through the ceremony twice, we were all starving. Thankfully, the little wedding gnomes had laid out a beautiful spread in the cafe area of the church.
I love it when the wedding gnomes just show up and take care of things.
During the dinner, Erica and Dave presented the wedding party with gifts: ties for the guys, and pearls for the girls. It rhymes!
And I have to say, what a great meal–rice, asparagus, pork, salad, punch–mmmmmm.
The Wedding Part 5 forthcoming–Friday at the latest. Or the earliest. I haven’t made up my mind how efficient I want to be. But let me tell you–it’s the ones in which the bride dons her gear, and you don’t want to miss ’em.
Thank you – much less green – I no longer feel like Kermit (“it’s not easy being green”). As far as Andrew and his staring go… I blame his brothers… It certainly cannot be my fault that he stares at cameras like that. Had I known, you could have informed him that the “stupid pose” photos were over — that was the concession I always made to get one good photo — two stupid photos following every photo where the entire group behaved. I have A LOT of “interesting” group photos. If you notice, the one time Dave looked directly at the camera he smiled. Maybe I yelled enough in the past. Maybe he was tremendously happy. I think the later.
These are great photos – especially of the practice. I teared up all over again.
YYAAAAAAYYYyyyyy!! I love them. and YOU! Thanks, Babes.
that top o’ yours + that gorgeous belt= LOVE
love that very first picture!!!!!!!! The composition and choice of b&w are excellent.
for Andrew, the ‘clone tool’. . . . [grin] as in ‘remove and replace’ . . . . Very funny! How I wish I could have been there – it’s such a treat to see all your wonderful photos of the events. All three of you married now! It’s amazing. . . . . Miss you, darlin’. xoxoxo
Hi Jenna! Just happened upon your blog from WordPress start page yesterday. I LOVE all these great photos! And your family looks LOVELY, esp. you & your mom. BTW, my brother-in-law’s fam is from Wisconsin.
All the best,
Thank you Emma! I just checked out your blog and was enjoying reading some of your movie reviews. Hope you’re having a lovely and relaxed Saturday morning!