A little lesson in genetics: Amy's wedding rehearsal

I'm back, posting in illogical order, as promised. Here are a few shots of Amy's and Matt's wedding rehearsal. Nobody remembered to take any pictures of my wedding rehearsal (which is too bad, since the florist and the church's wedding coordinator almost got into a fist fight!) so I was determined to make sure Amy got some pictures of her rehearsal. Looking at these pictures caused me to ponder genetics. You'll see why in a moment. First, here is Amy. She is adorable, as you can see.

Next, ,we see Matt. He, too, is a good-looking human being. His groomsmen look considerably happier than he does here, but I think he was just perplexed at why I was taking pictures of him every three seconds.

These lovely people are Amy's parents (and just a teeny little bit of her cousin!). Amy's family is a lot of fun. Nice, normal people, all of them. I like them.

Now we see Matt's parents. You probably already figured that out by the fact that Matt looks exactly like his dad. Again, great people. Admittedly, Betty does have rather an odd look on her face here, but in all fairness, I wasn't warning people before I took pictures. Still, pretty normal couple, wouldn't you say?

Here are Raymond and myself, practicing our walk down the aisle. Raymond is Matt's brother. He is a great guy. I had a good time talking to him.

Now we see my dad, explaining the procedures to everyone. I believe here, he was telling Matt and James that at this point in the wedding ceremony, the dowry would change hands. I was hoping it was going to be sheep, but all anyone could produce was about $0.37. I think you'll all agree that this is NOT a normal thing for the officiant to put into the ceremony.

Here we see the happy couple, wonderful people who were produced by two other happy couples, also made up of wonderful people. Good genetics at work.

Someday in the very distant future, this happy couple will probably pool their genes and produce more adorable, wonderful people. VERY distance future, I'd say, since they have done a little babysitting for me lately, and that tends to be a 10-year birth control plan.

Here I am again, with Raymond, and my fellow bridesmaids in the background. Note that I have a stupid look on my face in both pictures. Also note that I had passed the camera off to Mom at this point, so she could get a different perspective. I am not normal. I have often wondered how that happened.

So again, cute, normal parents produce cute, normal children. Everyone with me? Much later, I got my camera back from Mom and decided to take a look at the pictures. And lo and behold, here is what I found among all the pictures of nice, normal gene pools...

This is my father. He is in my gene pool.

This is, apparently, what he does as the wedding officiant, when nobody is looking. I wouldn't call this normal.

...And here he is with the other half of my genetic code, my lovely mother. Nobody's accused her of being normal, either. At least, not since she married my father.

I'm thinking this could explain a LOT.

Oh, and just in case anyone wondered, Dad's shirt reads, "I'm sick of being my wife's arm candy".

Amy's beautiful wedding!

Yesterday was Amy's wedding day. If I were a logical kind of blogger, I would start with pictures of the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. However, no one has ever accused me of being logical, so I'm starting with the morning of the wedding. We'll come back to the rehearsal later. There are pictures that need to be posted. Mom and Dad, you know what I mean!

Here is how I found Amy at 11:30 Saturday morning. She had a smile on her face and she was as cool as a cucumber. In fact, that smile stayed on her face all day long, and she never once lost her composure!

First look at the wedding hair! Isn't she pretty??

It took two stylists to tackle my hair. I have a LOT of hair. Raeven did a terrific job of taming it, though, and eventually it was all curled and forced into submission.

Almost done!

We headed off to the chapel ahead of schedule, where Katie, Amy and I decided that it would be in everyone's best interest if we scuffed up our new shoes a bit before the wedding. That turned out to be a VERY good idea. During the reception, I went trotting out into the foyer, hit a wet spot on the tile, and nearly went heels over head. It wouldn't have been pretty.

While we were scuffing, we noticed how enticing the fish pond looked. We decided to check it out.

We still had a couple of hours before the ceremony, so it was time for champaign. Amy has fabulous taste in champaign. It was delicious!

Amy's brother, Stephen arrived next, with our missing bridesmaid, Alicia. She wasn't technically missing, she just had issues with her salon that morning, when her stylist never showed up. She had to make last-minute arrangements, but her hair still looked gorgeous. Here we see Amy, helping Stephen cut the tags off his socks.

Time for make-up! Here are Alicia and Katie, starting the process!

Mary arrived next, to do Amy's make-up. She did such a great job! She's a pro at wedding make-up! If you look closely, you can see April in the mirror. By then, she and Dre had arrived to start shooting. Hi, April!

Time for the dress! Have I mentioned Amy's fabulous taste? Her dress was so beautiful, and the style was perfect to show off her lovely figure.

Almost time go to! Hey, look, I think that's me in the mirror!

The ceremony was beautiful. Dad preaches a heck of a wedding! I didn't get any pictures of that because I was a little busy being the matron of honor at the time. I have confidence that Dre and April captured the moment, though. And speaking of Dre...

Look, a photographer in her natural habitat! Let us not go to Camelot, it is a silly place! I have no explanation for why this picture makes me want to quote Monty Python.