The beautiful bride. Or, as we affectionately called her, Bridezilla. There was about 45 minutes where she absolutely lost all common sense. Then she saw Joseph and became her sweet self again.
Sisters
Me and my two older daughters.
3 generations.
Ellie, Me, Anna, Grandma, Emily and Emma
2 of the 3 flowergirls
Nana and Anna
Big brother Zack watching over Emma
One last hug from Dad.
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