In February, my brother Josh married Mollie, whom we all adore. She seems to fit in the family just great. Their wedding day, however, turned out to me a messy one. It rained all day, and got worse as the evening went on. But rain or shine, the bride and groom looked wonderful and it turned out to be a great event.
Dad as the flower girl--Always a bridesmaid, but never a bride.
Josh & Mollie had two receptions; by the end of each reception everyone was wearing their slippers for comfort. This is mom doing the happy-feet dance because her feet feel so good, finally.
Myranda, minus her shoes, seemed to be ok with the fact that not one, not two, but three of her toes were peeking through a huge hole in her stockings. You just can't take her anywhere.
Josh and Mollie decided to join the other misfits in our family by performing a "train wreck in the tunnel." Very classy.
Mom and I are modeling table-top decorations. I feel like one of those Las Vegas showgirls with huge plumage on their heads. A possible career change? Not likely. .jpg)
Then Josh and his friend Mike decided they wanted to be Las Vegas showgirls, too. Don't quit your day-jobs, guys. 
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