My family, Mr. Sew’s family, and our family friends: they are all camera obsessed.
So, right after the ceremony it was family picture time. Everyone else went away and ate appetizers at the reception hall, right? Nope. NO ONE left. They all hung around, snapping away.
Our photographer was probably like, “Holy cow!” So for one group shot, she told everyone to whip out their cameras. How many can you count?
Yeah. I sat there and counted. Thirty-four. Intense!
But the result is kind of neat. I love the candid shots she was able to capture.
My veil really was possessed, people. It even attacked Mr. Sew’s dear grandma.
|My brother and I aren’t really hugging types. Can you tell?|
|(Photo by family)|
|(Photo by family) One of the parent-favorites!|
And in the nature of being absolutely candid, here’s the very first wedding picture I got to see, from friend E. On Facebook, naturally.
|You can imagine the comments and captions that followed. *head punch!*|
Um yeah. Back to the pretty pictures!
|Looks like forced PDA to me. Poor Mr. Sew.|
And luckily for posterity and maybe even family honor, we managed a few formal shots.
|Half of Mr. Sew’s family.|
|And the other half!|
|My “family” (a.k.a. anyone who flew in!)|
|Our buddies. The irony of this “shakka” photo is that I don’t think any of us nerds can surf. Surf online maybe. Couch surf? Or bus surf, perhaps.|
It was fun. Chaotic, flash-happy fun. And it’s kind of touching that guests chose to stay and take pictures over the much-advertised agenda of eating food. That’s pure family love right there.
(Unless otherwise noted, all images by Terra Photography)
Our wedding week in review:
- We took care of some last minute DIY details, and officialized everything.
- We vacationed with our out-of-towners, and threw a yummy welcome beach brunch.
- Mr. Sew saluted an angry dragon during our wedding rehearsal, and we sniffed at our dinner.
- Wal-Mart crashed my bachelorette.
- The women magically transformed, and Mr. Sew tied me into our dress.
- There was a windy photo shoot on the beach, and then we hung out at the chapel in flat shoes.
- We marched to the altar and got married.