And then there was the reception ...

This was how they averted the 'formal receiving line':

This is how they avoided serving the tradional wedding cake:

One of Joel's uncles ("Pete the Pieman") made 30 fruit pies.

Thirty.

From scratch.

Uh huh - best blueberry pie I've ever had.

Throwing the bouquet.

Tossing the garter.

Sisters - Rebekkah and Rachel.

I sat with Rachel's neighbour, Candy and her daughter, Genevieve at table number 10. We went from making small talk at 5 pm to praying together in the parking lot at 9.

(Well, she prayed. I cried. SO not used to having people pray like that for me.)

Thanks, Candy for being a great dinner companion.

Three things I'm thankful for:

1. Clint is no longer a teenager. He turned 20 today. Love you, sweets.

2. Grace and forgiveness.

3. Spring.

Shalom,