White Wedding

We're a week out from the wedding, and I think most of us have recovered. It was wonderful to be in the sealing room when Melinda (Bryan's sister, for those of you that are wondering) and Jake were married. However, our attempts at taking pictures that day were marred by two things:

1. The bride had her eyes closed a shocking amount of the time, thus most of our pictures are of a smiling, un-seeing Melinda.
2. We totally forgot our camera when it came time to go to the reception.

What the second one means is that I have no pictures of the boys in their awesome matching ties that Bryan's mom made (which also matched the ties that Bryan and his brothers wore) or me in my cute bridesmaid's dress. I'm rather sad about this. I hope that we'll have access to some of the professional wedding pictures that were taken, because otherwise our fancy photogenic mugs won't make it on here.

I do have a few pictures though.

Behold, one of the only pictures of Melinda with her eyes open. Would you believe the Temple just had that cloak available in case a bride needed it? I was impressed by that. And I'm sure Melinda appreciated not freezing to death on her wedding day.


I am now going to treat you to one of the freakiest pictures of me I've ever seen. Are you ready?


Go ahead and zoom in on that bad boy. I have no idea why I thought it would be a good idea to crinkle up my nose and forehead like that. The only reason I was even in picture range was that I had been sent to fix Melinda's falling veil. The result?


I got it to stick, and I didn't think I had drawn blood, but this picture leads me to believe otherwise. Oops. On the bright side, this picture shows that I successfully curled my hair. Thanks to my days in show choir, I know how to make sponge curlers work for me.

See down in the bottom right-hand corner of this picture (can you see through all the snow)? That is the best picture we got of Peter all day. I know the photographers got lots of pictures of both the boys, but alas, we weren't so lucky.


Well, that's not entirely true. We (and by we, I mean Bryan) got a few slightly blurry pictures of Cooper in his leprechaun vest, wrapped up in my coat, trying to stay warm.

We finally thawed out, but we've informed Bryan's youngest sister that a December wedding is not an option. She's twelve, so we've got a while to drive that message home.