My little cousin Erin got married.
I guess she isn’t quite so little anymore… but I’ll always picture her as the young girl running around with my sister, jumping on the trampoline, chasing chickens, and watching TGIF. It doesn’t matter how old she is now or that she’s married. She’ll always be little Erin Inez to me.
Erin isn’t your typical girly-girl. I don’t think I’ve EVER seen her hair done up and rarely see her in dresses outside of dances or other weddings where she’s been a bridesmaid.
Needless to say, she looked amazing. Her hair, make-up and dress were perfection, but it all paled in comparison to the love, joy, and excitement you could see on her face (especially each time Marcus would come by the girls’ room, hide behind the corner to tell her something important, and then dart away with an “I love you babe,” “OK sweetie,” or other such sincere endearments).
Enough of my chatter… here are some photos of Marcus and Erin’s day: