<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29321403</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:49:17.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Plums</title><subtitle type='html'>In all of the wedding cake, hope is the sweetest of plums.  

- Douglas Jerrold</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestplums.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29321403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestplums.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Susanlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kkkcdr62n2Y/Tv-z2WFNokI/AAAAAAAAC20/fFbYCgO1Jzw/s220/386549_10150442930018667_680098666_8817889_1320631502_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29321403.post-115412292800278781</id><published>2006-07-28T16:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T00:27:36.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm posting all of our wedding pictures here, in part, because if the com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;puter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; crashes, and the CD breaks, I want to be able go come here and get them all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nd also, because people want to see pictures, and I haven't had the time (or the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; cash) to develop them all yet so...here ya go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm posting them in order from fir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; to last, so the ones of the day before are first...except for this one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;which I lik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Wedding.0.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Wedding.0.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;Whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same ~Emily Bronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/marriage%20license.0.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/marriage%20license.0.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok, so this is actually a few days before the wedding, but it's the marriage license, which is key, so I'm including this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/susan%20and%20justin%20hill.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/susan%20and%20justin%20hill.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is at the walk through, look we're all matchy matc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/boys%20rehearsal.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/boys%20rehearsal.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are the boys: Dustin (the best man), Justin, My Dad, Hunter, and Steven (my brother). My step-dad missed out on this, but he's in more pics late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/girls%20rehearsal.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/girls%20rehearsal.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;And here are the girls! Hannah, Sussan (my step- mom), Me, D'Liesa ( my step-sister), Stacy (my sister) and Tommye (my Aunt and Maid of Honor). My mom missed out on this picture. She'll show up later too&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/tommye%20rehearsal.0.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/tommye%20rehearsal.0.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;Here's Tommye stressing out about things coming together. They did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/dad%20and%20d'liesa%20rehearsal.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/dad%20and%20d%27liesa%20rehearsal.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dad and D'Liesa practicing giving me away. It's bad luck for the bride to be herself, besides I took the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/dad%20and%20dliesa%20rehearsal%202.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/dad%20and%20dliesa%20rehearsal%202.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dad and D'Liesa again. She thought she looked stupid in the first picture, but I like it Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/dad%20shaking%20justin.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/dad%20shaking%20justin.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dad pretending to threaten Justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/dad%20and%20Justin.0.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/dad%20and%20Justin.0.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;See, they're really friends...no drama here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/dad%20and%20susan.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/dad%20and%20susan.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me and my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/dad%20talks%20to%20susan.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/dad%20talks%20to%20susan.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Havin' a talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/dustin%20and%20Justin.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/dustin%20and%20Justin.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dustin and Justin before leaving the house. Let's get a move on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/dustin%20and%20justin%20lake.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/dustin%20and%20justin%20lake.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dustin and Justin in the Gazebo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/hannah%20and%20hunter%20hill.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/hannah%20and%20hunter%20hill.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My niece and nephew, Hunter and Hannah after running up and down the hill like maniacs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/steven%20and%20hannah.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/steven%20and%20hannah.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's hard work running around like a maniac. Hannah hitches a ride from Steven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Justin%20Scared.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Justin%20Scared.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me and Justin again, all of our pictures look the same because he holds the camera out and snaps. All together they make a very homogenous album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/susan%20and%20Justin%20hill%202.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/susan%20and%20Justin%20hill%202.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;See I told you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/decorating.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/decorating.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here we're supposed to be decorating the church for the reception, but it looks like we're just standing around. Look there's James(in blue)! Told you he'd make the cut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/mom%20and%20susan.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/mom%20and%20susan.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And here's me and my mom arranging the gift table...it looks kind of naked. That'll change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I'm going to move on to pics of getting dressed and heading out to the wedding itself. these are more fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Adjusting%20Veil%20with%20Tommye.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Adjusting%20Veil%20with%20Tommye.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's me and Tommye getting ready. I look a little nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Putting%20on%20Veil.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Putting%20on%20Veil.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, here's why. I must have known that I needed to shove the comb from the veil a little further into my skull. Ouchh!! Hey! why is she laughing?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Pinning%20Butterfly.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Pinning%20Butterfly.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;ere's Tommye pinning on my 'something old.' It's a gold butterfly pin that belonged to my Memaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Leaving%20Tommyes.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Leaving%20Tommyes.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me and my dad leaving Tommye's house for the wedding!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Bouquet.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Bouquet.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's a closeup of the bouquet. I made it with my own little hands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Exa%20and%20Tommye.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Exa%20and%20Tommye.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tommye and my mom's cousin Exa before the wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Dad%20and%20Tommye.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Dad%20and%20Tommye.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dad and Tommye befor the wedding. I'm hiding out in that car where it's cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/stacy%20and%20chris.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/stacy%20and%20chris.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stacy and her boyfriend, Chris at the sign in table. Weirdly in all the pics we have, there are more of Stacy and Chris than of me and Justin at the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Stacy%20and%20Chris%20Wedding.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Stacy%20and%20Chris%20Wedding.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/stacy%20and%20chris%204.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/stacy%20and%20chris%204.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Stacy%20and%20Chris%20Wedding%202.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Stacy%20and%20Chris%20Wedding%202.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Stacy%20Chris%20James.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Stacy%20Chris%20James.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;James snuck into this one, but it's still S &amp;amp; C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Stacy%20and%20Chris%203.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Stacy%20and%20Chris%203.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/stacy%20Chris%20Bouquet.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/stacy%20Chris%20Bouquet.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;See. I told you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/D'Liesa%20and%20Hannah.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/D%27Liesa%20and%20Hannah.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;D'Liesa and Hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/D'liesa%20Wedding.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/D%27liesa%20Wedding.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;D'Liesa lookin' a little stressed. Noah in background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Justin%20Waiting.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Justin%20Waiting.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin waiting at the "altar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Tommye%20and%20Dustin%20Close.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Tommye%20and%20Dustin%20Close.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dustin and Tommye on the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Justin%20and%20Steve.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Justin%20and%20Steve.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Susan%20and%20Dad.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Susan%20and%20Dad.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Walk%20Down%20the%20Aisle.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Walk%20Down%20the%20Aisle.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Down%20The%20Aisle.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Down%20The%20Aisle.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/wedding%20kiss.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/wedding%20kiss.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For some reason, nobody took a picture of the actual kiss, so I'm using this one. It's probably better anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Presentation.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Presentation.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Back%20Down%20the%20Aisle.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Back%20Down%20the%20Aisle.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I now pronounce you"...and back down the aisle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Susan%20and%20Justin%20Gaze.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Susan%20and%20Justin%20Gaze.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Married!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Susan%20and%20Justin%20Hill.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Susan%20and%20Justin%20Hill.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;More wedded bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Susan%20Justin%20Mom%20James.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Susan%20Justin%20Mom%20James.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;James, Justin, me and Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Susan%20Justin%20Sussan%20and%20Dad.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Susan%20Justin%20Sussan%20and%20Dad.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sussan, Justin, me and Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Susan%20Justin%20and%20His%20Parents.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Susan%20Justin%20and%20His%20Parents.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin's parents, Patsie and Rod, and us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Susan%20Justin%20and%20Siblings.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Susan%20Justin%20and%20Siblings.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dustin (my step-brother), Ashlie (Justin's sister), us, D'Liesa, Stacy &amp;amp; Steven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Wedding%20Party%202.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Wedding%20Party%202.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The wedding party: Dustin, Justin, Steve (the pastor, obviously), me &amp;amp; Tommye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the Reception. By this time, you probably need cake too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Stacy%20and%20Tommye.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Stacy%20and%20Tommye.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stacy and Tommye light candles at the reception before our arrival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Susan%20Justin%20Cake%202.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Susan%20Justin%20Cake%202.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok, here we are with the cake etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Cutting%20the%20Cake%202.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Cutting%20the%20Cake%202.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cutting the cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Sharing%20Cake%202.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Sharing%20Cake%202.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Drinking.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Drinking.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But you have to be even more coordinated for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Cheers.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Cheers.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Mom%20and%20James.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Mom%20and%20James.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love this picture. My mom and James look wasted. Please note that they are not. There was no alcohol...which makes it even funnier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Sussan%20and%20Charlotte.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Sussan%20and%20Charlotte.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sussan and our family friend Charlotte...also looking kinda wasted. Perhaps there's something I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Tommye%20Susan.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Tommye%20Susan.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me and Tommye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Tommye%20and%20Stacy.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Tommye%20and%20Stacy.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tommye and Stacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/chris%20and%20Justin.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/chris%20and%20Justin.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love this picture of Justin and Chris. Sort of looks like mini-me or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/dustin%20and%20hunter.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/dustin%20and%20hunter.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another mini-me, Dustin and Hunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Adjusting%20Veil.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Adjusting%20Veil.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin kept wrapping his arm around me and pulling out my veil...so I did this a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Dad%20and%20Hannah.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Dad%20and%20Hannah.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad and Hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Dustin%20Sitting.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Dustin%20Sitting.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dustin, sittin' around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Dads%20toast.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Dads%20toast.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad making a toast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Exa%20Susan%20Justin%20Mom%20James.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Exa%20Susan%20Justin%20Mom%20James.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exa, me, Justin, Mom &amp;amp; James (not looking wasted I might add).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Hannah.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Hannah.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hannah, probably up to no good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Noah.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Noah.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin's nephew, Noah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Justin%20and%20Patsie.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Justin%20and%20Patsie.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin and his mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Justin%20Tux.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Justin%20Tux.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin lookin' all handsome...and hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Tommye,%20Harriet,%20Toressa.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Tommye%2C%20Harriet%2C%20Toressa.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tommye and the girls who helped pull this off: Harriet and Toressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Susan%20Dustin%202.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Susan%20Dustin%202.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me and Dustin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Susan%20James%20Justin.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Susan%20James%20Justin.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me, James and Justin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Sussan%20and%20Hannah.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Sussan%20and%20Hannah.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sussan and Hannah and I think that dark, scary figure behind them is my dad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Garter.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Garter.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garter removal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Portrait%2056.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Portrait%2056.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are no pictures of the actual bouquet toss, so we faked it later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/garter%20toss.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/garter%20toss.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This picture is dark, but it's the guys running from the garter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Stacy%20Catches%20Bouquet.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Stacy%20Catches%20Bouquet.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is Stacy lunging for, and catching the bouquet, after swearing she didn't want it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Stacy%20Chris%20Bouquet%202.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Stacy%20Chris%20Bouquet%202.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;As you'll notice, Stacy caught the bouquet, and Chris caught the garter. Should we plan another shindig?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Leaving.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Leaving.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leaving the scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/hannah%20and%20hunter%20bubbles.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/hannah%20and%20hunter%20bubbles.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hannah and Hunter: This bubble thing is hard to figure out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/running%20to%20car.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/running%20to%20car.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Escape!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/getting%20in%20car.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/getting%20in%20car.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whew! Made it! And just in time for a storm...look at the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Driving%20away%202.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Driving%20away%202.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Off to the beautiful and exotic city of Amarillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, a tribute to the man that made none of these pictures possible:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/photo%20guy.0.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/photo%20guy.0.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The photographer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not taking pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, there were tons of other people taking pictures, see:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/taking%20pictures%202.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/taking%20pictures%202.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Ok I know, the photo guy is actually in this picture, taking pictures, but he really did only take like 10 shots.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/1600/Hands%20and%20Rings.jpg" onblur="function anonymous(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}" style="color: #9999ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5032/670/320/Hands%20and%20Rings.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happily Ever After!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29321403-115412292800278781?l=sweetestplums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestplums.blogspot.com/feeds/115412292800278781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29321403&amp;postID=115412292800278781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29321403/posts/default/115412292800278781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29321403/posts/default/115412292800278781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestplums.blogspot.com/2006/07/wedding-pictures.html' title='Wedding Pictures!'/><author><name>Susanlee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kkkcdr62n2Y/Tv-z2WFNokI/AAAAAAAAC20/fFbYCgO1Jzw/s220/386549_10150442930018667_680098666_8817889_1320631502_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
