The WEDDING!! Oh, it was lovely! Glorious! Colder than a witch's Amana side-by-side. Here are some pictures.
How completely adorable is this couple?
They were standing outside the temple while we waited for our kids to come out, so we took a few pix of them.
Ha! JayKay! This is my son David and my new daughter Karyn.
Had ya going there, though, huh?
And look! They even have legs!! We had to pay extra for those, but I think it was worth it.
Now, along with the fact that both the bride and the groom chose fabulous spouses, there was another reason the day went so well. She is pictured below.
This beautiful woman - featured in one of maybe three pictures of me that I can actually stomach - is Annie Valentine. She's a writer, a TV personality, and a closet event planner. And let me tell you, planning events for closets is no small talent.
While at lunch earlier this month (when I was at the Storytelling conference, remember?) I described my plans for our son and DIL's reception. All I had to say was "plastic table cloths" and she vomited, right there on my Applebee's won tons.
Declaring a 'wedding intervention,' she quite literally took over the ENTIRE EVENT!!
Was I offended? you ask. Which means you clearly have not met me. I have the decorating and party planning skills of a turnip.
NO, I was not offended! I immediately called the Pope and nominated Annie for sainthood!
(You would not believe the online application for that gig. "Please list three miracles you have performed in the last century that did not involve your face materializing in a jar of Nutella." Like real saints have time for that!)
So Saint Annie and the Annie-ettes put together a luncheon and reception that Prince Will and what's-er-name could only dream of.
Which brings me to another point. Annie rallied troops from blogland, and they worked their kiesters off, setting up, keeping food coming and going, breaking up fights, etc. They were awesome. Steph became the go-to gal because Annie was actually out of town on the big day. (Excuse me, but who plans a Disney vacay when they know I've got a kid getting married? Seriously, people, buy a calendar.) Kristina was there, Kazzy (shown above; see? hardly any kiester at all), Jill, Allison, Becca, Sari, Alyssa, and Scooby.
There's Steph, checking out the table. I don't know who that guy is in the background, but clearly he is working hard and deserves to have everybody look at him.
Do it. Look at him! LOOK AT HIM!
Oh, how I love Becca Wilhite. That's her, suspending tissue paper balls from the lights, while encouraged by two other wonderful helpers who I can't immediately identify because their backs are turned (duh!) and I'm wearing bifocals which means I'm basically blogging in Braille.
But Becca was there from start to finish. All. Day. Long. Served food. Changed linens. Brought me a treat bag containing peanut M&Ms and Diet Coke. Told Kristina, "No, Kristina! You may not stack the brownies in the shape of David Hasselfhoff in his award-winning role as 'The Black Swan'!"
She's taking the disappointment remarkably well, don't you think?
OK, how totally cool is this window frame? It came from Annie's parents' home in Washington, and Annie did the vinyl lettering thing (which does not say "All Because Two People Fell in Love," so Kristina was saved from having to gag every time she walked past the guest book) and set it up on this beautiful easel. See what I mean? She's a genius.
I have to be honest; I don't know who these kids are. But clearly, the one in the center is the ringleader, grinning menacingly while the others stand guard. I'm pretty sure little Miss Pink Pants is reaching for her Glock. The great thing about having kids there was they were perfect for putting under wobbly table legs. Just slip 'em under the leg and toss 'em the occasional brownie, et voilà! Stable tables.
This is the setup crew. Becca, Allison (who is not a blogger; she's a friend from Vegas who, totally without my knowledge or permission, had moved to Elk Ridge, Utah and volunteered to help set up and came back later to help at the reception!), Stephanie, Alyssa, Jill, Sari, and Scooby, whose name I would give a zillion trillion dollars to have.
Missing are Karen, Kristina, and of course Annie.
So, yeah, it was pretty much the best day since my wedding day, which was such a monumental event you could see it from the space shuttle. (My harpist had hemorrhoids - how awesome is that?? She even gave us a discount for all the times she left the room to go scream into a pillow.)
Vanessa, David, Corinne, and Jacob. I know. They're gorgeous.
I can't say enough about elective plastic surgery on infants, I really can't.
For one thing, it got rid of that genetic third buttock, which of course made diaper changing way easier.
And I think it's great that my son chose someone who fits so perfectly with our family, right down to, I am given to understand, the standard two buttocks.
I'm tellin' ya', folks: It doesn't get much better than this.