The wedding was amazing and beautiful.
The reception was a blast. There was a photo booth,
An homemade ice cream vendor,
Me: [wandering outside to get fresh air after dancing, notices daughters and a couple of other nieces all under the age of ten] Hi girls! Having fun?
Middle daughter A: Yes! This is our fourth time getting ice cream!
Me: What? Where are your parents? They should be keeping a better eye on you!
And open bar.
Our family is loud, hilarious, but not without it’s problems. However any hard feelings were put aside for this wonderful occasion and we partied.
We partied hard.
My cousins from Hawaii said they love visiting to the mainland because no one parties at weddings. According to them, the only people who dance at weddings are those who have serious ballroom dancing skills to show off.
Us? The wooden floor in the pictures was not enough room for all of us so we danced all around the carpeted perimeter.
Everyone was on the dance floor, from my aunts and uncles in their seventies to all of the kids. At one point, my middle daughter A started a conga line.
The open bar? Well, that was fun too.
