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What a wonderful world.

There's something extremely out-of-body about watching your baby brother get married. This is my latest personal epiphany and I thought I would share it. I have just returned from a great wedding, that of my brother, Aaron, and his new wife Kelly. It was a blast. Dan and I actually kept saying to each other how much fun it was to be at a wedding, but not be the people actually getting married. You can do so much more talking that way! We had a great time, but the whole night I kept looking across the room and seeing Aaron all decked out in his Marine dress blues with this beautiful woman in a beautiful white dress at his side and thinking "That just can NOT be my brother." I know he's an adult. But you see, in my mind, he's still five years old. Thoughts like this make me proud that I only cried during the ceremony and managed not to sob on anyone at the reception, thanks largely to a great band, an open bar, and the presence of my stalwart friends Autumn, Robin, Lindsay, and Lindsay's boyfriend Chris, who helped me eat drink and be merry with the best of them. Here are a few pictures from the wedding. May the Lord's face shine upon Aaron and Kelly Rice! We love you both.

The bride and groom:

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The very tired but happy bride and groom immediately after the ceremony:

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Let the party begin:

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They even let old married people dance at weddings!

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At the end of the night, after the bride and groom had left, my sisters and I were the last people on the dance floor. May we dance at their weddings one day ... in the very very distant future. They're 15 and 17. Autumn gets credit for taking this picture of us getting down with our bad selves. Thanks, Autumn.

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Comments (7)

dan:

This is actually a big accomplishment for Haley. Not b/c she attended the wedding, but because she had to figure out how to post all of the pictures. She even had to create a local copy of some of them and rotate them 90 degrees. She didn't call for me to help her once. I'm so proud.

Haley:

Yes, yes, I am a genius. Really, Dan just appreciates it any time I fix something on the computer without going "Daaaaannnnn!!!!" from the other room. I am embarrased to admit how often that happens.

hannah:

Aww... C'mon, Haley! Not sooo distant!

Haley:

Well, if it's coming up in the next few days, I'd appreciate an invitation! The distant future can mean the next five years or so, Hammer. I'm not saying you have to wait 20 years to get married. Just try to give us enough warning to buy a plane ticket. :) Love you.

Haley, I just emailed you and asked about the wedding... Silly me, I should've checked your blog!

Beautiful, beautiful wedding. Aaron looks very handsome and Kelly is a gorgeous bride -- congrats to these two! May the Lord bless them richly.

Mike:

Point Dan for realizing when Haley takes care of stuff on her own. 2 points Haley for doing fantastic image work.

:)

Barbara Jackson:

Darling Haley, I'm sooo proud of you and yes Dan too, even though we have not had the chance to visit much. We have to get together when no body is getting married or buried! Those times do leave much time for getting to know one another. I knw your daddy is proud and I am pleased as punch ver your newsletter. Got it yesterday. The column about the "Good ol' Boys" brings to mind many a tale about your dad. But, I think I've been sworn to secrecy till all his children are either at least 60 years old or he is dead and gone! He will kill me if he sees this! Heads up Hanna & Audrey DO NOT SHOW DADDY OR MOM FOR THAT MATTER!
I love you and miss you
Aunt Barb

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