My cousin Amos (his dad and my mom are brother and sister) married his Jennifer at the Canadian border this weekend, right under the Peace Arch. She’s from Canada, he’s an American, and now they’ll be embarking on an exciting journey as they relocate to Australia.
A few of us on the groom’s side of the family flew up to Seattle on Friday with strategically coordinated arrival times, and then drove up to the bash in one car. There were a couple misadventures along the way, but I’ll save that for another time. For now, some photos.
↓ Cousin Will (Aim’s brother) and Cousin Erin (our moms are sisters) in the brewery parking lot after picking up a keg of Manny’s Pale Ale in Seattle.
↓ Cousin Sarah with her mom, my Aunt Joanne a.k.a. “Jar” (my mom’s sis).
↓ Hotties.
↓ Sisters with their mom.
↓ With Jar. As we crossed the border with US passports and birth certificates, it dawned on us that, besides Jamie and Ash, we’re the only two from the Freeman clan that were born in Hawaii.
↓ Ain’t gonna lie to you. Being related has its disadvantages.
↓ The Peace Arch, bordering Canada and the US.
↓ Aim’s Uncle Dave, his mom’s brother. I can’t believe how much he looks like Amos.
↓ This little guy had to be the smiliest baby in the history of both smiles and babies. His name’s Ocean Love. Aptly named.
↓ Sarah robbing the cradle all cougarlike. Gonna make a good looking mama, no?
↓ Aim approaching with his entourage: Will with Anika, his mom, and his dad. His sis, Kat, not shown, was taking pictures.
↓ Aim, donned in a Hawaiian maile lei, walking to the arch with his mom, Pat, and his dad, my Uncle Larry.
↓ Waiting for the bride.
↓ Here she comes. Jennifer.
↓ My cousin, Aim’s sis, and fellow photographer, Kathryn.
↓ Me and Will doing what we dub “the picture face”.
↓ With Aim.
↓ With the mother of the groom, my Aunt Pat.
↓ My Uncle Laire with his nephew that has a Web site and likes to take pictures of himself with people.
↓ Decisions, decisions.
↓ Peas in a pod. I think it might be an Aquarius thing.
↓ Will giving what I’ll always argue to be one of the most epic speeches in the history of vocal chords. Both in quantity and quality.
↓ Late in the evening. A moment best described as a moment hanging out with two people from Canada.
↓ I love this shot. Should’ve kept the flash off all night.
↓ Departure day. With Sarah on a long bonding walk down to the pier in White Rock, minutes before the goodbyes.
↓ With Erin on the plane out of Seattle after a long day.
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