Jerry was less than thrilled with the height of the hotel shower door.
All dressed up and ready to party.
I heart human ingenuity for man-made fibers that stretch.
Thanks to my overly timely husband, we got to the wedding venue
30 minutes early. So, here's Jerry looking dapper outside the winery.
Unfortunately, I wasn't brave enough to open my camera during the
ceremony. It makes too much noise. So here are the newlyweds right
after. Sadly, this doesn't capture the gorgeous lake a little to the right.
The bridal party overlooking grape vines on the hillside.
Love, love, loved their cake.
Here is the bride and groom during their first dance. Being an anal
editor, I couldn't help but alert the staff that they had misspelled the
groom's name on the sign. They had Allen, not Alan. But they fixed it.
We sat with the coolest family who happened to live in my hometown.
Here are the youngest girls who, after sitting very well for a very long time,
decided to have a little fun with their salad. They were "tanning." I laughed,
pulled out my camera, then pulled a bean sprout off the little one's cheek.
Jerry embracing the Ithaca area with an Ithaca Brown Ale.
Andrea and Alan were understandably high commodities
for the evening, but we managed to get a picture with them.
The next morning, my mom and grandmother drove down
to take us to breakfast. They also came bearing gifts. This
is a cute little snuggly I'm told is called a "bunting" that my
grandma made with fleece fabric. Jerry asked for one in his size.
Me, my belly, my grandma and my mom in the parking lot of
Friendly's. It was so great seeing them -- even if just for a few hours.