He's only 43 inches tall, after all

A week or so ago, we attended my younger brother's wedding. It was a perfectly beautiful day. The groom was handsome, the bride was beautiful, and they seemed blissfully happy. It was wonderful to be there.


At the reception that night, W1 managed to pry our camera out of R1's grasp and took an astonishing number of pictures. Now we have record of the wedding reception from his perspective.

The happy couple.

The groom.

Detail on the wedding dress.

The cake (there were several shots of this, I think W1 was hungry).

Cute bridesmaids.

Grandpa taking a rest.

Oh, there's grandpa again.

Mischievous groomsmen.

This is only a sampling of what he took. It doesn't include all of the close-ups of unidentified bellies.

I think we should hand W1 the camera more often, don't you?