Steve and I are married and safely arrived in Scotland. Our wedding was a fairly simple affair (at least from our perspective--the people traveling to see us and helping with arrangements might disagree), and my only major regret is that I didn't take a bag of cookies with me from the reception. I was longing for a pecan tassie in the airport.

My friend Marcene took our photographs.
My mom made my dress.

Our friend Sue Anne made our wedding cake (she even made the flowers out of sugar paste). Red velvet delightfulness.


This is not such a great picture (kindly disregard my hair) except that it shows the yarn and construction paper necklace M(5) fashioned for me to wear at the reception. Also, please note M(5) herself in the lower, right-hand corner of the photo. She spent a good portion of the day either attached to my hand/waist or trailing close by.

Not pictured: Steve's fruitcake groom's cake, a piece of which Steve took to Fred, his rental car agent, for being so nice to him when Steve flew into Salt Lake and the airline lost his luggage.

Not pictured: Tuey hopping about in the hat my brother brought him from southeast Asia.

Not pictured: Marmot Babe enamored with Steve's 4-month-old niece. At one point, my sister had both babies on her lap. Marmot Babe was very pleased, repeating, "Hold it, hold it!"

Not pictured: MBC falling ill and keeping her parents up with her hacking coughs the night before the wedding.

Not pictured: MBC and Steve's tasty pre-wedding breakfast. We wandered into a little bakery/cafe the morning of the wedding and when we asked for a menu, we were informed that there was no menu, but that they'd be happy to fix anything we'd like. Yes, please.

Speaking of food, the crumpets in the kitchen are calling to me.