( I can't wait to see all of his pictures; he especially got a few good ones of Emma. I took some for the blog and to send to Steven.) Then they cut the cake, with a sword...Sting, from LOTR, for those who know the movies. Then they had the receiving line and their first dances. Everyone had a great time, and Faith and her friend, Alan, stole the show on the dance floor. Emma loved watching them. With no nap and lots of strange people, then having to behave at dinner time for pictures, and loud music, Emma was not feeling the reception for a while. But she found some friends to dance with, and the bride and groom and Faith and Alan came out to the lobby to dance with her, where it was quieter. After that she caught a second wind and pulled Faith, then Grandma Joy out to the dance floor, and danced until the music ended. She also helped us clean up, and carried all the little plants up the stairs. She was quite a trooper the whole night. Grace and Andrew both seemed to enjoy themselves, and even fairly relaxed. I wish I had a picture of Tory, hiding from all the people in the bridal room, just like when she was 9, the flower girl at our wedding. My dad's lights were all fabulous, and it was so nice to see so many from his family there. We were all exhausted that evening after cleaning up...just beginning to realize how tired our feet were. Oh...and Emma was very tired and apparently thought she needed even more help staying awake...she pulled the fire alarm. My dad turned it off, but the FD still has to come. So we gave them the rest of the cake.
Almost ready!
Dancing with the bride in the lobby.
I think we might have a few more pictures...but I will post them later. Now, it's time for bed!
