The Most Beautiful Bride In All The Land

Our girl is married.

One minute I was there in the room when she came out of Julie and into the world . . .

. . . and the next minute?

Boom.

All married up.

To the lovely and upstanding -- and outstanding -- Brenton. We all adore Colleen and marvel that we have the best niecie-poo in All The Land . . . so we were delighted to discover that Brenton's peeps think *he* is the loveliest groom in All The Land. So we decided to call it even and agree to agree and call them both the best in All The . . . . well, you get the idea.

And in the meantime?

During the weekend we had some serious sistahlove moments . . .

. . . and the Grammy of the Bride -- that's the GOB to you -- was incredible and awesome and fabulous throughout . . . Rock Star status, in fact.

The mother of our bride was an incredible, organized, efficient, beautiful vision of loveliness and gettin' 'er done all weekend, and she and JK were incredibly generous and hospitable and beautiful with themselves and their home and their time and their town and their love.

. . . and Colleenie's cousins?

. . . off the charts. I like those children of my peoples.

And Brenton called me Auntie Ellie yesterday so all of the everything is perfect and wonderful. Just like that wedding. Perfect and wonderful.

It's going to take some time to process it all and think about it all and decompose from it all, but this photo? Captures the day and the weekend . . .

. . . as does this . . .

. . . as does this.

Colleen and Brenton said it best during their vows -- they're in. They'll love eachother. They'll be there for eachother. They'll fight for eachother.

And the rest of us will be there to applaud them every step of the way.

We love you two.

 Happy Day.

Happy Everything.

And thank you.

It was perfect.