On a warm and sunny summer afternoon over the Fourth of July weekend, our son, Ryan, and his long-time girlfriend, Anya, were married. The date was exactly one month following the ninth anniversary of their first date. Anyone who knew these two young people in their early years of dating knew that it wasn’t a matter of if they would get married; it was simply a matter of when. The when was 4:30 p.m. last Saturday afternoon. You’re invited to come along and share the joy with us, if you’re so inclined.
It’s way too soon to have any photos back from the official wedding photographer, and I was without my camera until we got to the reception. So thanks to family members and friends who passed along a number of photos that I’ve shared here in this post. I couldn't have pulled this off without them. Note that I didn’t request permission to use these specific photos. If any of them are replaced in a day or two with pics of flowers or clouds, you’ll know that I should have.
It was a dark and stormy night. No, really, it was. Despite a sunny and sweltering day on Friday - the day of the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner - it poured almost all night long following a rain-free evening. On Saturday morning, the weather forecast looked somewhat promising, with the chance of rain diminishing hour by hour as the day went on. There were many fingers crossed on Saturday prior to the wedding ceremony, which made it awfully difficult to knot the boys’ ties and tie the sashes on the girls’ gowns. (Yup, it’s definitely boys and girls throughout the post; the words ladies and gentlemen are way too formal for this crowd.)
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