At this stage in my family's evolution there are two reasons that the whole clan can justify the cost of a family party. Weddings and funerals. Luckily, this summer we had a wedding.
For the purposes of this post we will say nothing of wedding scandals, nudity or post wedding pier parties, we'll save those for the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuture.
Meet Pat and Liz. Liz is the youngest of my siblings by at least 5 years. My baby sister, blessed with scientific curiousity about the natural world around us and the charm and social skills of an arts student.
These were Liz's wedding shoes in the park outside of the Shaw Ocean Discovery Centre.
The whole clan, cleans up nicely and this pic give a great view to the storm that was threatening us by the end - never did come though - the weather was amazing.
The bridesmaids and maids of honour. Meredith (the tall elegant woman) did an amazing job at ensuring Liz had all the necessities a bride could want including, snacks, trashy magazines (for when the hair was getting done), a pashmina, pair of comfy flip flops and safety pins. She is a brilliant woman.
Liz refused to select nieces and nephews for the job of bearing rings and flowers - and so, the herd of children heralded the arrival of the bride and groom.
Claire and Fenner are best of friends and Claire kept Fenner on the straight and narrow.
That kid kills me.