The Voo Gets Hitched

The first picture has nothing to do with Auntie Voo's wedding, but I think it's pretty funny. We were walking back through our parking garage and S wiped out, face-down. And this is how dirty the floor was. She's smiling here, but this was after the shock and hysteria that only a toddler can employ. It's a bit like having the stock market incarnate living with you - ups and down in the space of minutes, with no guarantee you'll end up better off. But she really has settled now that she's had a birthday - sleeping in a big bed, happy with her routine, and talking ALL THE TIME. And in both languages - her Russian accent isn't too bad, but there's an element of baby talk in both languages. Auntie Voo's and Uncle Ben's rehearsal. Not that we needed to rehearse, we were all fantastic. Ledlie is an old pro, and talked us through everything, even the idiosyncracies of St. Peter's Church, which is worth looking up if you are interested, as it is beautifull and historic and very important in my mother's family. I like this photo as Voo is giving a quintessentially Voo look, and Ben appears to be having his moment of omigod that happens before everyone's wedding. Thankfully it didn't last long, as I have not seen two people more ready to get married than these two. Perhaps that's the effect of planning for an entire year. In our wedding, with the acelerated timeline and the pressure of immigration, there was a bit more soul-searching the night before, but we ended up together anyway!! Yeah, best Matron of Honor ever! The Maid of Honor wasn't there yet, due to arriving slightly late to find that all of the gates of the church had been locked and she couldn't get in. What's a wedding without drama? The Poobah and GranDora are looking good.

We don't have wedding photos since I was in the wedding party, and A was doing the videography, but I'm sure once the official photos are up, we'll start collecting pics.