Our trip to Scotland was scheduled so that we could enjoy two celebrations: the wedding of my oldest friend Deborah and my Grandma's 90th birthday (a few days early.) Deborah and I met when we were four years old and we're absolutely the worst when it comes to staying in touch with each other. Still, we have that kind of friendship where even though we go months without emailing, we have enough history that we know the other is floating out there in the universe and will be there for the asking.
And so Chris and I were thrilled that we could be there on her big day, which took place at the lovely Shieldhill Castle, about an hour outside Glasgow. (That's Deborah & her husband, Patrick, below, in case you hadn't put two and two together.)
This is Ruby, Deborah's niece and flower girl, reacting (probably quite rightly too) to something Chris was saying to her.
And Libby, older sister of Ruby and also a flower girl. (Sans wand but with basket for flower petals.)
Jennifer, mother of the bride, looking pleased-as-punch just minutes before the ceremony.
Deb's brother, Ed, and father, Neil, striking dashing poses.
Imparting a bit of motherly wisdom to the new bride, perhaps?
Toadstools and daffodils.
Each of the rooms at Shieldhill is named for a Scottish battle. Although this wasn't ours, the name seemed to fit me quite well...
And, on the day following the wedding, me donning a top hat because, of course, that's what one does...
And, of course, more photos of the big day in this Flickr set.