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The Saturday formerly known as:
My Birthday
This is how I spent it: privileged to be of service to one of my little “second” sons, as he married the Girl of His Dreams. Actually, I owed Kyle, who has been M’s best friend since they were single digit aged; if it weren’t for Kyle, Murphy might have remained a nerdy technoid goody-goody, even after high school. But then, Kyle owes Murphy; not only for The Girl, but because without M, Kyle might have remained a rattle-brained jock crazy person, especially after high school. Put them both in a very large stone tumbler, and you get two intelligent, funny, good, brave, honorable, loving young men. YAY!!!
So these are not pictures of people you necessarily know – but of people just like you, who you would love if you knew them. Maybe. Some of them you would love, guaranteed. I personally put money on your loving Kyle’s mom. It’s impossible not to.
Cam’s job: “Okay, move closer together there – on three – one- two-three – SMILE!”
My job: sneak around, taking totally informal shots behind the scenes.
Matriarchs from both sides of the aisle.
Waiting for the Happy Couple to come out of the temple.
Decorating the grandmother.
And the little sister.
And these cheerful guys? Nobody in either family knows who they are. Hmmmm. No wonder they were so cheerful.
So much love.
And the Mother of the Bride, coming out of the temple doors in rejoice mode. Followed by the Happy Couple. After which, this happened:
Friends, brides’ maids.
(Also kids I’ve known. Friends of the M, members of the choir, kids turning so rapidly into people.)
Cousins, making everything perfect.
Cam, the pro, shooting the real stuff from the high ground.
Me, looking for the casual moments—shooting this.
And this.
And this.
And this. Love is so beautiful when you see it framed in a viewfinder.
Kyle’s sibs. Two families, grafted together. Can you recognize the original family groups? Bet you can’t.
And the graft, herself—a little offended that the bride is getting all the attention.
Family, playing kitchen crew. Everybody pitching in.
Mom. Kath is one of the most beautiful, strong, brave women I know. And she makes cakes. SUCH cakes. Gin’s cake. Cam and L’s cake. This gorgeous thing (and we are seeing her finishing it just before the reception starts) and forty other fabulous two layer cakes—lemon and chocolate mint and chocolate raspberry, and strawberry—I can’t remember them all—for the reception guests. And that was my birthday present, a raspberry cake, stolen by Kath’s mom and hidden in a car to be taken home JUST FOR ME!
I took 500 shots. Aren’t you lucky you don’t have to go through all of them? It was so much fun, being with people I love, moving around in the background, helping set the scene, and then recording it. Not relatives, but as good as. Friends for over a decade. And they share their own family with us. We are mightily and happily blessed.
I did like this veil.
Now: what was going on outside just last week. Facing East.
At the same moment, facing West-ish. Can you find the hidden Tucker?
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