We got to go to a wedding...for some of our very favorite people...with some of our very favorite people.
And none of us had our kids.
For an entire weekend.
It was a match made in heaven.
Just like Tyson and Rachel.
Congrats to the beautiful couple.
And congrats to the kidless adults (us) that celebrated them, never forgetting that we had zero responsibilities.
Which may answer the questions of why we found Ryan 'asleep' in the the parking lot on the night of the wedding. Or why I was riding on the handlebars of a bike driven by a guy in a wetsuit. Or why Topher woke up in the corner of the bathroom between the shower stall and the toilet.
This crowd loves themselves a wedding.
We did it up good.
We always do.
And this little wedding in the woods...well it was absolutely dreamy.
So simple.
So sweet.
So perfect.
So them.
Oy vey.
This group is something else.
I love their guts.
4 comments:
Jesus Ansel Adams, did you have any time to drink between taking pictures?
Looks like a charming wedding! And Ry looks good in white pants!
I know!!! Crazy picture lady.
I'm sensing a theme here... The more Ry drinks (or maybe it's you), the fewer buttons he does on his shirt...
Um, I wish I was at this wedding.
White pants.
Do you know how sweaty we would be in Texas? outside? swamp ass.
Good thing ry had an air conditioned shirt.
Your hair is amaze. Seriously, can we be friends?
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