We kicked off our summer vacation with a family wedding in Portland this year. My cousin, younger by (gulp) almost 15 years, married his long time girl friend in a ceremony in his parents’ backyard. Fun and funky, it was small and delightful.
Brent had his sister stand up as his best man, which I thought was wonderful. Hard to beat a sibling as a best friend.
The bride and her sister wore complementary purple Converse.
I insisted that the girls have their hair braided, partly for looks and partly to keep their hair out of the spaghetti. Kyla has yet to forgive me.
Excepting the bride, the star of the evening was the swinging bench. And Wesley and cousin Parker got to kick-start their week together. In retrospect, I feel I should have warned my aunt about these two together. But, to our credit (or, more accurately, lack of full blame) the bench was broken before we got there!
They slowed down for cupcakes before starting up again. (Uncle Dean, did most of your plants recover?)
The bench swing was so magical that I even got a picture of Grandma Extraordinaire!
I like the fantasy of this picture—that the kids are actually sleepy. My kids didn’t wind down until well after 10pm—after a dip in the pool at the hotel.
Brent and Juli!