Teresa's Pictures/Why I Love Mike

The pictures after the ceremony were really fun! The wedding party had to behave, but the rest of us got to play around and take pictures of our own.

Papa, helping the girls cross the road.

My brother-in-law, Mike, is consistently the life of any and all Schwalm parties...which is strange, because he technically isn't a Schwalm.

Keep a sharp eye in the following pictures for the sharp dressed man in the grey suit.

 

These are pictures from my sister Teresa. I actually have zero pictures of me and Matt from the wedding, so it was "nice" to know that someone else was able to document the gigantic human being that I was that day. 



Rob was actually the original photo bomber for the three sisters picture.
But, look carefully.
"There is... another... Skywalker."



Yes, he is stomping through the rose garden.

Joseph and Nathan stripped halfway down after the wedding. Papa is helping them scope out red trucks and motorcycles on Main Street, Canandaigua.
 

The wedding party arrived at the reception, at the golf course next to the water, by boat.
Way cool.

Matt and Kylie's Wedding

This past weekend, my younger brother was married.

Wow.

I am sad that my pictures turned out so grainy and blurry. It may have been because my flash wasn't up to par with the darkness of the church. It may have been that my eyes were filled with tears of joy, and I really did think my camera was focused. Either way, the day was perfection.

The rehearsal. Father Joe, Matt and Ky.
Isn't Kylie classic?



Nathan with Honey. SO confused as to why we were at Church at nighttime.



The flower girls.



Practicing the LOOOOOOOONG walk down the aisle.



Peter and Stephen deserve medals. Their jobs were to watch over the ring bearers.



The tools necessary were cups and steel-toed boots.



Again, those ring bearers...AWESOME!



The morning of the wedding was psychotic...for everyone but me. Emily and Christina went out of their way, disregarding their own plans and preparation, to help me get the Pernot household in order.



Christina was so patient and so kind to Sarah.
If I hold a brush in my hand, Sarah starts to cry just thinking about having her hair brushed.
She sat still for Christina...who I will now refer to as Saint Christina of the Curling Iron.



SEE?!?!?!
She is SMILING!



I would have stopped doing Sarah's hair after the curls were set.
Christina has come crazy tenacity and Sarah's hair just kept getting better.



BESTIES!



Finished product.
Then Saint Christina of the Curling Iron went on to tame my crazy pregnancy hair, without mumbling or complaining.
Thank you, Girl!



Soooooo....because the ladies spent so much time at our house in the morning, Emily had approximately 30 seconds to do her own hair, makeup and get dressed. So she totally missed her ride with Peter to the Church and she had to put up with the hooligans in the BACK SEAT of a Suburban.
She must be able to change like Superman, though.
Because, seriously, look at that girl!



We made it to beautiful Saint Mary's in time for LOTS of cousin pictures!

The (other) happy couple.

Father and Mother of the Groom





Everyone always turns to look at the bride when she walks down the aisle. My eyes ALWAYS go to the groom. Best part of the entire ceremony is watching his eyes when he finally gets to see his future spouse!

Terrible picture.
Beautiful moment.



 This was a cool moment after the ceremony. Everyone had left the church and the little people went and sat on the steps next to Father Joe. He baptized all three girls in white, even making the trip to Long Island for Ella's baptism!



Being so, so silly.

Love the girls' expressions. You know EXACTLY what they are thinking.

Again, with the need for steel-toed boots.

The Skinny Sistas!

Try Again.

This is my favorite picture from the ENTIRE weekend.
The photo bomb of the century.
Every family has to have a Crazy Uncle Mike.
(Mike, I had to change my pants after I saw this picture.)



The Crew