Wedding Wednesday: Tired. Happy. Married. In Love.

Hello and welcome to another Wedding Wednesday!   Judging by the comments I get, you all love Wedding Wednesdays as much as I do so let’s get started.

One of the special things about the wedding ceremony was that Nathan and Meagan invited their dads to come forward to do a special reading and prayer.    (I mean, what good is it to have dads who are both ordained ministers if you’re not going to put them to work, right?) 

Here are Frank and Steve, waiting for their part to come.

It was such a sweet, sweet moment.

 
(The two people in the middle are John—Meagan’s brother-in-law—and Amanda, who co-officiated the ceremony.)

Can you tell the bride is a wee bit happy at the official husband and wife pronouncement?  Believe me when I say that her enthusiasm produced a big chuckle from the congregation.

There will be more ceremony pictures coming soon . . . but now?  A few photos from the honeymoon.

The last night on the ship.  Don’t they look like they’ve been married for years and years?  They’re just so right for each other.

I loved the fact that some of the pictures Nathan and Meagan took  on their honeymoon highlighted the wonderful service people who don’t usually get a lot of attention.  It’s wonderful that they both look through eyes that don’t separate people by wealth or reputation or station in life; they just love people in general.  These pictures (with Meagan’s accompanying captions from Facebook) really illustrate that.

“This was our waiter; he was so good at his job.” 

“This was our house keeper. He was so nice and always had a different animal on our bed at night made out of towels.”

“This lady was so sweet and she helped me in choosing a purse so I asked to take a picture with her.”

“So we thought they were kidding when they said we could have a limo ride back to the ship but they weren't. This was a taxi!”

In the next two pictures, they were waiting for a show to start on the ship and decided to entertain themselves by doing “opposite faces.”  (Can you imagine how wonderfully crazygoofy their kids are going to be?) 

A few more to close with . . .

Here they are arriving home.  Tired.  Happy.  Married. In love. 

Let me just mention before I close that Nathan recently got a promotion to shift leader at Chick-Fil-A which means he has been given a whole lot more responsibility including having keys to the safe.  Way to go, Nate!

Going Home Shoes

I wrote yesterday about taking pictures of Steve and Sarah near this pier.

I wasn’t the only one taking photos that day.
Here is a bride on the same sand bar that Steve and Sarah were dancing on a few minutes later.


I’m hoping the wedding was already over so that sitting in a (white) dress in (brown) sand would not ruin anything important!


As we enjoyed walking the pier (and as I enjoyed taking pictures of the picture taker below) we ran across this cheery fellow . . .

. . . who found an equally cheery friend.

I loved looking at the twilight on the water. So simply beautiful.


Jeanette’s Pier has lovely, antique-looking lamp posts all along the walkway as well as windmills?  turbines?  Not sure what they are but they are really, really . . .

. . .  tall.

The pier is a fishermen’s hangout, as you can probably tell by the sun framed within this confluence of poles and lines.

Steve and Sarah perused the informational stuff (we’re all compulsive readers) while I took a few pictures.  (Yes, I admit it.  I’m a compulsive photographer.)

Alternate view of the pier.

View of a lovely lady looking at the pier.

More views of said lovely lady.

And one last look before . . .


. . . putting on my going home shoes.

Dancing. Daughter. Dad.

Saturday night, Steve, Sarah and I took advantage of the most gorgeous weather ever known to mankind and took a little trip to the beach, or more specifically to Jeanette’s Pier, a local landmark that’s been a part of the Outer Banks for many decades.



After walking along the pier itself for a while, I told my accompanying Smith crewmates that I wanted to get down closer to the water for some closer-to-the-water pictures. And since I needed some closer-to-the-water photography models, I volunteered Steve and Sarah.  (Yes, I know. How very nice of me.)
I asked them to (pretty please) walk out to the little sand bar near the pier and “do something.”
They were not at first overly inspired.

Steve is saying, “WHAT do you want us to do?”

They stood together in mutual forlorn angst, gazing piteously at their task master photographer, silently begging for deliverance from the fate that had befallen them and stranded them together on a sand bar in the middle of (almost) nowhere.


But then?
Inspiration struck. Steve decided that they could do a little dad and daughter dancey thing.


And so they did dance.








After the dance had run its course, they basked happily in the aftermath of the wackiness they had created before discussing other photo worthy activities upon which they could embark so that the photo-happy woman in their life would stop nagging them to “do something.”


And yet another picture-worthy plan was born.

They decided that they would run.

Or at least jog.


Plus, they had to goof off a little mid-run.  (Can you tell Sarah has some of her brother’s impishness in her veins?)






What a sweet thing to see a dad and daughter enjoy each other’s company so much.   Their joy together made a beautiful day all the more lovely.


And speaking of lovely,  let me close with one last photo--a new favorite picture of my very favorite (and quite lovely) daughter.