Baby Jef's Wedding

I can't believe our baby Jef tied the knot.  On my mom's side there are nine first cousins.  The older four, the middle man, and the baby four.  Cher (you might remember her wedding here), me, Jef, and Poodle are all eighteen months apart.  We grew up doing most everything together- baths, Christmas Eve performances, etc.  Only two remain maidens: the eternal bridesmaid (Hi) and the cynical diva.

She says hello

The weekend was great.  So much of the family was able to attend.  Tilda and her kids were there from HomaHoma.  My mom's first cousin, Buffy, made it with her kids from California.  The regulars.  Oh and TK.  (We missed Mimi- please pray her vision improves)  Our crew overtook the lobby of Hampton Inn the night of the rehearsal.  My aunts (the Crazy Ladies) attacked TK and asked many "burning" questions.  He was so willing to share, much to my chagrin.  The ladies were loving it- they love any opportunity to make me blush.  He definitely played the game.

The wedding was so sweet.  Our crazy group enjoyed the reception...the dancing mainly.  Oh and I caught the bouquet.  You know what that means...I'm good at fielding.  Really though, it fell right into my hands.  We spent another evening wreaking havoc on the Hampton Inn lobby.  Some of the elderly didn't make it to bed that night!  I bet they paid for it today.

 I would definitely claim her, but contrary to popular belief...this is not my child.

 The happy couple during their serenade.

 Matronly Crazies singing the obligatory "Going to the Chapel"

Young and Old Crazy Ladies

 One of my babies all grown up!

 My preteen baby.  Stop growing.

 Husband and wife!

 Baby cousins

 Uh oh, TK.  Looks like I might need a ring.

These gatherings always make me so thankful for the blessing of a wonderful family.  As we said good-bye to Jef at the conclusion of the reception- he looked at me with such sincerity and said "Thank you so much for coming.  I love you".  I love you too, Jef.  I wouldn't have missed the weekend for the world.