I married McH. Here is proof.
I absolutely hated that veil, but my mother made it (even though I begged her not to), so I wore it for the photos. It looks like a wad of toilet paper on my head. Gah! McH looks like he’s about 16 here, but I promise he was 21 when we got married.
We found one pair of sunglasses on the ground and borrowed the other pair from a member of the wedding party and just got goofy. This is my all time favorite photo from that day. These photos were taken outside of the art institute right next door to the reception site. My dream reception would have actually been in the art institute, but at least I got the perfect man.
Don’t you just love the “antique” and “nostalgic” quality of scanned photos?