Hive, I have so much love for my family. We Skype every Sunday night, we travel back and forth between Houston and Seattle as often as we can, we text each other all the time…we stick together. My parents both work in the oil industry, and with all the company mergers during the ’90s, we moved around a lot when I was a kid. Moving can definitely bring a family closer together. So naturally, it meant the world to me that my parents and little bro were there to watch me get married.
After Mr. W and I frolicked around in our fancy duds for couple’s portraits, it was time to line up with the fam for a second round of photos. A few strands of Mama Wallaby’s updo were astray, so I helped pin them back in place.
And then the photo blitz began. Our photographers had sent us a “family photos checklist” to complete a week before the wedding to make sure they didn’t miss anyone. That really sped up the process. I think we got those bad boys done in, like, 15 minutes! As she and her assistant clicked away, Kat shouted out: “Liz and Mom!”…”Dad, you’re next!”… “Liz and Dad!” until we had taken photos with every possible arrangement of family members.
Mama Wallaby and I shared a private mama-daughter moment:
Papa Wallaby and I posed together. Cute side note: his workplace is very casual, so he doesn’t own many suits. The suit he’s wearing here is actually the same one he wore on my parents’ own wedding day! Isn’t that sweet? (Also, the man has not gained a pound in the last 30-plus years. I can’t believe he wore that suit when he was 25.)
And of course we snapped a photo with my whole immediate family. Naturally, we lined up by height, prom-style.
I really didn’t see too much of Little Brother J all day, so it was nice to catch up with him during the family portraits. He always puts a grin on my face.
Here’s Mama Wallaby and me with my grandmother. I always love studying family photos with multiple generations. You might see some likeness between the three of us—although I look more like the women on my dad’s side. My grandmother is Mr. W’s and my only surviving grandparent, and she recently celebrated her 80th birthday—so it was very special that she made the trip down to Houston to celebrate with us.
Right before we started taking photos with Mr. W’s side of the family, we realized that all of the boutonnieres and bouquets were just chillin’ in the fridge inside. We are all definitive amateurs when it comes to pinning flowers to ourselves, so Teri, our incredible day-of coordinator, stepped in to get everyone all pinned up.
Mama Wallaby looked on. She is such a beauty.
Finally, all the bouts were pinned and everyone was in place. Hive, meet the whole Wallaby clan! My family just got a whollllle lot bigger.
Afterward came Mr. W’s family photos. In one of my faves, Mr. W posed with his parents. You can’t tell here who he got his height from, huh? Mr. W and I are pretty much human giants…our poor future children.
As we were wrapping up family photos, I took a quick photo with Mr. W’s two sisters—the two sisters I never had. R and H were also bridesmaids, so this isn’t the last you’ll see of them. Aren’t they gorgeous?
As much as I loved standing around taking pictures until my face fell off (false: my cheeks were starting to actually ache), it was time to get the show on the road. Up next: the ceremony starts! (Dun-dun-dun-duhhh!)
*All photos by the marvelous Mustard Seed Photography.
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