Our parents walked us down the aisle and our siblings stood by us in the corners of the chuppah. Both of us had a single grandparent in attendance and they participated in the ceremony as well.
I know that I TOTALLY strong-armed Daniel into getting his hair cut (it was about 6″ longer 48 hours before this photo was taken), but I have to admit that he cleans up nicely. Coming off of a 6 month job as a park ranger at a Civil War memorial site, he looked a bit too “rustic” for most of the family to appreciate. Mark, my pseudo foster brother, cleaned up nicely as well. I think my dad bought him a new suit for the wedding because 2 weeks previously he’d been fretting that my younger brothers were wearing matching suits and he wasn’t. On the wedding day, he matched too.
I love how proud Ben’s mom looks in this photo, Becca and Ben’s uncle Park look proud too. I wonder at what point in the ceremony these were taken. Something with words I’m guessing, since both Ben’s Grandpa Bob and Aunt Terry are reeding their programs