White lace and promises

On the twenty-second of May, we attended a very special wedding: my mom and Cyrus's. As you can see, my mom was the loveliest of brides.




My brothers walked her down the aisle.


She and Cyrus made their vows to each other, and then family and friends from far and wide celebrated with food, drink, and dancing.






I got a kick out of dressing Ike and Max in suits and ties, of which they were surprisingly tolerant.





Mom, you are the sweetest and kindest person I know, and it is obvious that Cyrus treasures you. I am glad you found each other and wish you many happy years.