The wedding went great, and it was fun to meet the new relatives and spend time with both of our granddaughters.
Our daughter looked beautiful and happy. Her new husband looked pretty cute, too!
DH wore his tux. That's twice this year. A record!
Not to be outdone in all this cuteness was little Daphne. Not so little anymore, at 11 lbs.
We were a little concerned about fitting her into the slip to the Avery Christening Gown (from Vintage Baby Knits by Kristen Rengren), which was rated for up to 10 lbs, but it was just right. She's long and lean, so the extra pound didn't matter.
Of course, nothing ever goes completely the way you expect. The rabbi who officiated spilled the wine, and I was so busy holding Miss Daphne, I didn't notice that I had lost the paper copy of the poem I was supposed to read! ("Marriage," from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran.) Fortunately, I had it on my iPad, which was in the stroller, so DH brought it to me just as DD's new MIL was finishing hers.
Miss Daphne was a perfect angel throughout the ceremony, watching her parents make an honest baby out of her! She remained calm for her naming ceremony, too, which was immediately after the wedding.
Then she returned to my arms and watched as her parents marched down the aisle to the strains of "Great Balls of Fire!"
The dinner following was also wonderful. The food was great, and Miss Daphne made the rounds of her adoring fans, while her Daddy serenaded his new bride with his guitar.