Before the sadness of the last few weeks and the death of my Nan we celebrated the joyful occasion of G’s sister’s wedding. E was a dapper page boy, G chief usher and I was chief toddler chaser. E was a star and had mastered walking just in time to toddle down the aisle after Aunty Catherine. It was a wet day and the lure of the puddles afterwards was too great to resist: step, step, giggle, wobble, splat, ooops soaked.
I didn’t get a chance to take any photos of the 3 of us all scrubbed up – fortunately someone else took this one, just before E’s puddle encounter. And after dinner I finally had free hands to take some snaps of E with Daddy and Great Grandpa George (E rocking the waistcoat with his cords and t-shirt – such a dude). I would have liked to include a pic of the gorgeous bride and groom but they haven’t got any photos through yet either!
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