I was going to go on and on about how amazing and fun and romantic this wedding weekend was. Then I looked at the pictures I had and realized NOTHING personifies our Circus more than trying to wrangle three kids through a wedding weekend.
Here it is-the wedding as told by the youngest bridal party members.
Already worn out from a day of haircuts and spinning around in the hotel desk chair-approximately 1,762,000 times. Gonna be a long weekend.
It takes a village to ensure we don’t lose our sh*** during the “long and boring” rehearsal.
Woke up Saturday morning to have this outside our window…
Bathe? Yeah right-there’s cranes. Get dressed? Yeah right-construction guys. Outside. Our. Window.
We made it through the ceremony and then there were PRESENTS!! Do you think our Aunt knows us well? Superstar…
And Superheroes. Wahoo!
The Shuttle driver took this picture after the ceremony. Look how relieved our mom and dad look. The driver cut off our faces. We think maybe he was distracted by mom’s uh…boo… we mean- beauty?
Thank God we’re still too young to be embarrassed by our parents.
The next day on our way home we stopped to visit some old friends. There were 10 kids there that day. Smart move mom and dad-a little more sensory overload.
The result? This kind of ride home.
Except of course for me-the Ringmaster. I never sleep. Ever.
That is why we’re called The Circus.
Cheers M & J! We love you.
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