During the ceremony the bride was escorted down the aisle by her brother. It was sweet. Parked in the field of her in-laws property was an old baby blue Chevy (I am guessing at this) truck that belonged to the groom's grandfather. This truck was beloved and symbolic. Now I don't know much about trucks, but I do know a lot about grandparents and grandparents are very special people. It was symbolic, special, and sweet. And it was also... them.
Anyways, I digress (and I realize this is a rambling post), but when Emily walked down the aisle I had a vision. It was of Ryan and Ella. It was of Ryan and Abby. Daddy and daughter walking down the aisle on their wedding days. And already being a sucker at weddings, I was a goner.
|Ella and Grandma watching the bride walk down the aisle.|
|Abby taking a snooze...|
|Picture perfect reception|
|My happy family....|