Another happy day

A couple of weeks (British, fortnight) ago, our entire family and an entourage of prospective members, 19 of us in all, traveled about 250 miles to an area not far from Savannah, Georgia, to attend and witness the wedding of our second oldest grandson, Matthew, and his lovely bride, Katy. It was a beautiful outdoor wedding in a pastoral setting at a place called Spring Hollow Farm, and a good time was had by all.

Here's proof:

Above: Parents and siblings of the bride and groom gather to pray for the newlyweds. Matthew's parents (our older son and daughter-in-law) have their backs to the camera. Katy's parents are on their left. Mrs. RWP's shoulder is in the foreground.

Above: First kiss after being pronounced husband and wife.

Above: Our daughter and her husband are on the left, our younger son and his wife are on the right.

Above: Our two sons and our two daughters-in-law.

Above: A good time being had by all.

Above: Our younger son and his wife with their niece, the groom's sister, our only granddaughter. As one of Katy's bridesmaids, she made it into all of the official photographs but hardly any of the candid ones.

Above: All the twigs on one branch of our family tree.

Above: All the twigs on another branch of our family tree.

Grandpa (me) did appear in a few candid photos, but you already know what I look like.

The fact that seven of the groom's relatives came down with Covid-19 upon returning to our places of residence after the wedding is merely a footnote to history.

Now that our two oldest grandsons are married and a third became engaged two days ago, we can begin to look forward to the arrival of great-grandchildren.