The Bridal Chariot

We had everything ready. The Westy Bridal Chariot was prepped and ready for our girls.

We were prepared.
 

What we weren't prepared for was the emotion of it all.

Our girls. Getting all hitched up.

The bride . . .

. . . and the bride . . .

. . . and their friend, Ledgie Light.

Our boy Jelly Roll was in the house, er, on the beach . . .

. . . as was our Greta-girl.

It was all a vision of loveliness.

There was bubbly . . .

. . . there were friends . . .

. . . and there were brides.

And there was a whole lotta love:

We were perfectly brave and perfectly fine until Rachel's mom and dad Marcie and Howie sang and spoke.

Then we were all a mess.

And Michelle's mom Elaine made it all just even betterly worse.

Smoochie-smooch . . .

. . . and drinkie-drink . . .

. . . and buckets of happiness.

Rachel's brother David married the brides, which was sublime, and the girls' sistah Jess provided biblical amounts of bubbly and wine . . . it was like the wedding at Cana.

Kat and Lauren . . .

Kendra and Ashley . . . 

It was a magically spectacular April afternoon . . .

It was one for the ages . . .

Our girls . . .

Rachel + Michelle . . .

. . . forever.