Recently Dave and I attended his sister's wedding. It was the most beautiful and perfect wedding I had ever been to... no kidding. There wasn't a single detail missed, from the perfect Heirloom Tomato salad, to the gardenias floating in the fountains, and from the little gift bags left in each hotel room greeting out-of-towners with wine, maps, sweets, and coupons to having a highchair for Annabelle at our table. I have never been to a wedding like it!
You might expect that I would have pictures of the event to share here, but I don't. Sorry. (Unless you want to see pictures of me getting ready in the hotel room... boring.)
All I have are some shots of Dave and Annabelle playing at a park near the hotel the day before. But, gosh, isn't she cute? She was so freeking crabby and tired and whiny I was going out of my mind. But the pictures turned out okay.
She sees me from a distance and breaks out in a run, giggling... it's enough to melt my heart.
Approaching me offensively, very determined to wrest the camera from my hands. 
Pissed at me for not letting her play with the camera. I figure that's the last time I see her happily run towards me in glee across a swath of green grass.
I loved how she squatted in the lone patch of sunlight, lighting up her pigtails.
