Finally, it was time. I’ve mentioned before that my church has a lot of rules, and one of them is that the photographer may never pass the last seated guest (it’s a church service, not a photo shoot)—so these and all the other ceremony pictures are all taken from behind the guests. Caili didn’t bat an eye about the rules and our pictures turned out fantastic. Our guests waited for the ceremony to start.
Our mothers were escorted, my mom with my Uncle R (her younger brother) and MIL by her other son.