More photos in the extended entry for those that are interested.
Here I am, ready early enough to fall victim to the photographer. My kilt is the Wylie family tartan.
Here are my groomsmen, dear friends all. Between the four of them, I was blessed with a variety of ties to several aspects of my life, be they my hometown, Texas A&M, my fraternity or my military days. It’s hard to tell in the black and white, but the guys are wearing the Black Watch tartan.
My lovely bride prepares herself. Yes, we were quite old-fashioned in many aspects of the day so I did not see her until she was coming down the aisle.
After an already lengthy and trying day, at last come the “I dos” and such. Although we did tweak our vows a bit, I was unable to convince her to promise to obey. Oh well, I’m pretty sure it was implied.
The deed done, it was now time for the newly married couple to enjoy a breather and some good eats at the reception. As a side note, after the ceremony my wife was presented with a Wylie tartan sash by my sister as a welcoming into the family.
Oh, what the heck. Here’s a honeymoon shot. Maui was abso-freaking-lutely incredible.