Carol threw a beautiful party to celebrate her daughter's wedding.
Given the hideous heat, it was good to be up high outside of town.
Carol has known me for thirty-two years, and she still can't believe how many tablecloths I own.
Some of the finished flowers. Home stuff with grocery store discounts thrown in. Always wisteria tendrils. You can't buy that kind of awesomeness.
The groom, and David (the bride's little brother).
Beautiful Carol. She made the cakes (chocolate, and tres leches), and most of the food. Although like a good Southerner, she got her barbecue at the oldest place in town.
"Do you want me to throw some hydrangeas on that cake?"
Bella (or Angelina Jolie?)