The day of the wedding, Sept 22, dawned as beautiful as can be, with Denver-sunny skies and pleasant temperatures. Bridesmaids and bride were up the earliest because of this thing called "hair to do." My job was easy, as I was able to do Amy's hair at the house and help with Angie's curls, I didn't have to go to the church right away. :o)
Joy had a blast dumping her basket of petals in front of where we were sitting in the front row. At least it kept her busy for a little bit, and I was just thankful she carried it down the aisle without mishap.
Sheesh... I don't know what it was with me getting pictures of Joe with his eyes closed that day. Oh well. Everyone looks at the bride anyways, right?
Then it was back to Grandma's in various stages... I was in the first van with my little ones, as I could tell by looking at them that they needed some quieter time and space before the family and fun that follows a wedding descended upon the household.
I must tell a funny story on Joy that happened during the reception when she had also gotten hold of a balloon. :o) She had it on the floor and had plopped her little stout self down on it and was just shifting gently around on it. Several of us were watching, sure the play would end with the balloon popping and Joy landing on the floor, which it did. She was more stunned at first, then disappointed, and then gave a small cry once she realized her fun was over. It made all who saw it laugh!
And so ended the lovely day of the wedding. :o)