Tim's aunt Estee Stene got married over our vacation, hence our trip. I mean, was there any chance we would pass this up? Estee has always been a fairly well doting aunt as far as I can tell (when Tim's parents didn't necessarily do an allowance, just gave the guys money for what they needed, Estee sent them $20 a month for an allowance) and has always been good to us -- picking us up at 3:30 a.m. at the Minneapolis airport the day before Christmas is not easily overlooked.
It really was a great chance to get together with the family. Tim has very good relatives, and they also have very good friends. Cousin Rachel is now living in Okinawa with her Naval dentist husband, but she was back for the wedding. She has really worked to stay in touch with her, and though I am on-again/off-again with it, I try to write to her as well. Cousin Sarah is a very successful interior designer in Park City, Utah, and I got to meet her husband Wade for the first time -- they've been married for a year. I already mentioned the fun times the kids got to spend together.
Mark may not have had a basket of flowers, but he certainly had something important to carry...
Mark asked Abby to come to his house to play sometime. I think he meant right away. Hopefully we'll get to do it soon. (Aunt Margrethe sent me this photo and a few others... they are adorable because we didn't take very many ourselves; Tim was busy with groomsmen duties, and I was trying to keep Adam sane. Mark, however, attached to Aunt Margrethe for a while and played with her. Hence some cute pictures.)
Mark checks out the flowers.
The floral arrangements were made by Estee's best friend Chris, about whom I have heard forever but had never met until now. He was even funnier than I imagined. He showed up for photos in an atrocious outfit, but changed for the actual ceremony into normal clothes. He is a retired English teacher and now has a florist business. After the ceremony, he leaned forward to me and said, "Not to sound too vain, but those flowers really do look stunning, don't they?" They realllllly did. See?
Could there be a more mournful 4-year-old? I think not. Someone didn't want to participate in the family picture-taking. Eh. It's good for you.
So. Those are some pretty pictures. You'll get more stories of the vacation before it gets too cold in my memory, but I thought you ought to have a few to enjoy.