My sister got married this past weekend. It was a perfect (with just a few minor, minor glitches) event. It was joyous. It was tearful. It was roudy. It was so, so, so much fun. I feel like I should go on to write way more about this event, as it was one so dear to me, but if I did, I wouldn't stop. I don't know where to begin and I wouldn't know where to end. I am so happy for my sister and for Justin. I was so happy to be a part of their big day. Not since my own wedding have I been so excited to celebrate a set of nuptials. My sister (who I obviously adore) waited a long time for this, and, as it turned out, it was worth it. Our family feels a little more complete now. Here are a few pics from the photo booth.
The family. We are a little band of characters trudging through life, sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that binds us all together.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
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