wedding of the century

First, a little background.  Back in 2011, LBJ was traveling for work in Africa.  Her mum called the house wanting desparately to talk to her (although she assured me that everything was ok).  She called back the day after LBJ returned.  The reason for excitement was that her cousin (the cousin of LBJ's mum, not LBJ) was getting married.  LBJ's mum finally got approval to share the news and was just dying to tell her.  The bride (POL for her anyminity) is in her 60s and not previous married.  Thus, the wedding preparations were elaborate - hence the title of this post.

FABJ was very excited about the wedding, as she was a flower girl (one of 4, no less).  She was so excited about her new outfit, not to mention that flowers were involved.  ORBJ was excited too and did not seem to mind that she was not a flower girl.

The girls were very well behaved at the start of the wedding.  FABJ even shared her bouquet with ORBJ.  Trouble struck when FABJ wanted her flowers back.  ORBJ did not want to give up the flowers and started to cry.  Loudly.  So LBJ sprang into action, took ORBJ out of the church for a couple of minutes, and magically found a flower to give to ORBJ.  Yet another crisis solved by LBJ, who will be off to the Middle East any day now to broker a better peace deal between Palestine and Israel.

The kids had a very good time at the wedding.  ORBJ was smitten by one of LBJs cousins, who was happy to entertain as he has sons, not daughters.  FABJ played with the other flower girls.  And LBJ and I were entertained by the guests at our table, including a woman with several piercings and tattos.

It was an enjoyable outing for all, even the happy couple getting married.



FABJ making a break because she's not the center of attention.

"But it's not my idea to have my picture taken!"

Now I am willing to have my picture taken, but why can't my dada rotate this picture.