Alissa's mom got married on Friday. I was part of her wedding present. I jumped out of the cake wearing a top hat! I kid, it was a gift of wedding photography. Alissa's mom is so happy, and I'm so glad to see her so in love with a man who so obviously cherishes her. (I am, however, sorry I used the word "so" four times in that last sentence.)
One of the best things, for me personally anyway, was getting to spend six hours photographing her mom. There are so many little things that Alissa does that I never before noticed are so much like her mother, a certain face she makes when she's laughing really hard, the way her lip curves when she's concentrating, the way her eyes light up when she's happy.
I also got to spend a little time with Andrea and Lucy on my way South.
Lucy has such a little personality that I didn't get to see at her baptism, probably because she overstimulated with the other babies' crying and the head-dunking and the line of cooing relatives. She's incredibly sweet, ducking her head to hide in Andrea's neck when I first arrived, playing with her ear while nursing. She loves when you do the Mount WannaHockaLugey chant from "Finding Nemo" (Shark Bait! Boo Ha Ha!) and no one tells you how fun it is to dance around your friend's baby's nursery singing John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt at the top of your lungs.
EDITED TO ADD: You can see the rest of the photos of Lucy here.
And there's my own mom, who had a heart-to-heart with me and played Aggravation and went for a walk around the neighborhood late at night on the first evening it felt like summer. Good times.