You can choose your bride, but you can’t choose her relatives. (Or know which ones will show up at your reception. And there’s no guarantee HOW they’ll behave! -so sorry)
Genna, Kyle, Anna, Andrew, Aubrey – the classy cousins.
Jay, my favorite man and landscape photographer, captured the temple while the rest of us were . . .
. . . taking care of the finer points of wedding photography – you know – the serious must-have-for-posterity shots.
My big brother, Blaine, father-of-the-bride.
The line-up – hey – where’s Jason?
Russell, Blaine, Carolyn, Janene, Ryan, Lorin, Neal.
Grandma Carolyn and her Madeline-girl.
Passing on a legacy of smiles and blue eyes.
A day full of smiles and joy of living.
