


My brother got married this weekend. It was a BEAUTIFUL day for a wedding, not too hot and not terrible wind (there is ALWAYS wind in KS). It was so wonderful to see my family again and for Brady to get to meet new people. Here he is 9 months old and still meeting new people. He did great this weekend. He let everyone hold him and was not very fussy. He didn't nap much but did fall asleep and sleep for about an hour at the reception. Here it is, loud music and clapping and Brady is passed out in his pack-n-play. What a good baby. Some of family from TX and MO came and everyone seemed to really have a great time. There were a couple moments of sadness that come to mind. I was sitting in the pew alone because Brady was asleep and we were waiting on the wedding to start and I read the program and on the back said "The 3 single white roses are in memory of our late Grandfathers:" and then it listed the names and the tear flood gates opened. Oh goodness, I knew it would be hard and I had already had a couple tears fall and then I read that. So that brings me to the second moment of sadness and I'm sure you can see where I'm going with it, Barr and Cassie took the 3 single white roses and gave them to the Grandmothers and once again tears were streaming down my face falling right on Brady's head. Now Brady was an angel during the wedding, he was SO tired but was quite through almost the entire wedding. Occassionally he wanted to talk and he did but he was such a good baby.
Here are a couple pictures of the beautiful day



