Mrs. Molly

I can't believe Molly is married.

Even though Molly and Ryan have been together for 8 years, and I could never imagine them apart, I can't imagine them married. I now understand how weird it was for her to hear me call Richard "my husband".

Molly and Ryan. Husband and Wife.

The wedding was beautiful. It had hailed and stormed (even causing the tornado sirens to blare) the night before. Even late morning of the day of the wedding, it down poured. And around 6:30 pm, hail pounded so hard against the roof of the reception hall, it sounded like fireworks. But for pictures and the ceremony, it was a perfect day. Sunny and hot. Molly radiated in the sunlight. Odd to see her in front of the camera instead of behind it.

The park clearing, right on the Mississippi River, was protected from the deafening sun by the trees' canopy. Little spiders fell from the trees onto our skirts. And Molly floated down the aisle, bright white against the lush green and brown backdrop.

7:30 am: Too early for this bride





Drowning in crinoline!

Emily!

Chris!

Angie!

Megan!

Nikki!

Molly's bridal locks

Sister Chelsea putting on Molly's makeup

Molly & Me: Rain, Rain, Go Away!

Molly's Bouquet

Ryan walking up the aisle!

Mike & Me (see Molly peeking behind us. I told her bad jokes while we waited to keep her from crying too soon.)

Here Comes the Bride....

Ryan's Mom's reading

Mr. Sutton's adorable song!

The Groomsman!

The Bridesmaids!



Eireann's emotional reading

You may kiss the bride!

Mr. and Mrs. Ryan and Molly

Richard's view as we walked down the aisle!


Richard's view again

Just Married!

My Husband!

First Dance!

First Dance!

Father/Daughter Dance!

Feeling no pain. I defiantely enjoyed the night!