As you may have noticed in yesterday’s Wordless Wednesday, my daughter wanted to get married this week.
To our imaginary cat.
She decided that day was the day and put the
blankies wedding dress on herself, but I encouraged her in her endeavors. And of course, every wedding needs a photographer and I was more than willing to document the occasion. At a reduced rate. Family is family after all.
So in my post you saw the bride. You saw the first dance. You saw the (air) kiss. And the goodbye wave as they went off on their Disneyland honeymoon. To which I was of course invited because they were “too young” to go alone.
But not too young to wed.
Clearly my daughter doesn’t really understand what marriage means. Someday she will. For now I am content to watch her practice, and I am sure I have not attended – or officiated – or photographed my last one.
I took this picture after the wedding and almost included it – but I didn’t want there to be any confusion:
My daughter did not marry the dog.
She’s just giving him a treat.
Thanks also to my dad, for suggesting that this picture looked like a scene straight out of Star Wars:
Baxter Obi Wan, you're my only hope."