A Couple of Pictures (That Are Worth a Thousand Words...)

Or perhaps a few hundred, at least.  Because I still don't have time to put together a good blog post.  We just said good-bye to our oldest son and his family and finished cleaning up the house that my husband and I, our five sons, and their significant others and offspring inhabited during the wedding weekend (a home owned by my husband's second cousins, who live two doors down from the home in which he grew up).  Now we have to finish getting the old Pearl homestead prepared to be closed up until the next family gathering by the lake.

But even though I don't really have time to write, I thought you might be interested in this picture of my #4 son and his beautiful new bride (whose blog moniker, I've decided, is going to be "Braveheart"), along with their young and very good-looking bridal party--which includes my other four sons and three of my nieces.  This picture really displays the beauty of the church where they got married--which coincidentally is the very same church in which my husband and I exchanged our wedding vows 33 years ago!

I have one other picture I want to share before I sign off and get back to work.  I took this shot of Braveheart standing silhouetted against the backdrop of the frozen lake and the mountains of Vermont, as she was getting ready to put on her veil and leave for the church.  I thought it made a very dramatic and striking tableau indeed!  For the nuptial Mass, she wore an antique ivory satin wedding gown, with intricate beading on the bodice, that belonged to her grandmother.  It perfectly suited her petite frame and dark hair and eyes.

I feel like this would make a lovely oil painting--and if I ever write a novel that's a period piece, perhaps I shall use this image on the cover!

There's more wedding stuff to come soon--but probably not until after we get back home tomorrow and my poor neglected laptop and I become reacquainted.