Happy together.
At the bridal shower, Mom's good humor shone. When they received a set of crocheted potholders that stack to resemble a hamburger, she tried to feed it to Dad. I think that's how a shower should be: lots of jokes.
Classy bride pose.
Smiles between mother and daughter on this special day.
Family feuds have no place at a wedding.
The look on the groom's face at the front of the aisle. I hope someday my groom looks equally smug and contented.
"I now present to you: Mr. and Mrs. Chowning!" (And the crowd goes wild! "Yay!" Standing ovations! Rice and bubbles! Pride and contentment! Happiness and delight! That's what I dream
of for my wedding day.)
Within the family, this is nearly as famous as the courtship. They were in such a conservative church that not only did they save their first kiss for at the altar, the pastor didn't even include it. They snuck away to 'seal the deal,' and just afterwards, the photographer came running up. "Hey! I didn't catch that! Do it again!" So, behold: their second kiss.
Fleeing the scene of the crime quite contentedly.
New technology:
Scrapbook the photos
Then take pictures thereof with a smartphone or such.
Upload to Internet.
Post on a blog and comment inanely.
The next generation: The granddaughter looking at her past and her future.
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