The Wedding Day!

The wedding day!  It was a perfect spring day in Las Vegas (view from the bride’s room).

The bride was obviously very happy (ok, maybe a little nervous too).

Her ladies in waiting (not-sister and soon to be sister in law).

And the dress, oh the dress, the perfectly simple, perfectly beautiful dress!

Beautiful accessories!

This photo  reminds me of when she was just a small ballerina girl–tear…..

Looking beautiful, that is Andrea her “real” photographer”.

One last check.

 While Leah and Jodus were getting pictures, a couple of minor emergencies came up at the reception dinner set-up.

Let’s just say a little duct tape and motherly intervention can fix almost anything.

Our DJ was fabulous, really, fabulous!

The staff worked hard and treated us like we were spending a million bucks on the reception.

I would if I could, but I can’t so I didn’t, but it was all good anyways.

Look who came to check on the situation.

The guest table was set-up by the boys (along with all the other decorations and wedding favors).

The one and only hand made guestbook.

Seating chart.

Off to the wedding site, guests arrived and found their places.

Well Hello Cowboy!  Where have you been all my life?

What, oh yeah, we live together.

I am so lucky!

The groom waits…..

The father brings the bride.

The tears begin.

The ceremony.

Afterwards hugs and love.

Doesn’t he look like a natural?

Don’t you think he should have children, like, now?

Not so subtle hint, no pressure, really, no pressure.

More hugs.

And tears.

On to the reception…

Here comes Mr. and Mrs. Hortin!

First things first!

Take advantage of that open bar, especially when you get front of the line privileges.

As always, the Baby boy, is just silly.

Mingling.

Not Dad and Leah are looking at something.

That’s right folks, it’s official, here’s the certificate to prove it.

Momentarily abandoned but not forgotten.

First dance.

Mother/Father dance.

Eventually it has to come to this.

I think Leah is poised for some damage.

This doesn’t look like it’s going to be clean.

Anyone for a frosting mask?

I heard its good for the skin.

No hard feelings, obviously.

It’s wrong of me, I know it is.

But I couldn’t help but think about how expensive the make-up job was.

It was just a fleeting thought I promise.

And then this time comes.

And this is all that’s left.

Dirty dishes, memories and a happy couple.

Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Jodus Hortin.