Something went wrong on my wedding day. And, brides, I’m sorry but something will go wrong on your wedding day – just remind yourself that it will still be the happiest day of your life and you’ll be all good. See, there was this snafu with the hotel room where I was supposed to get ready, and in the ensuing time-crunch, things got hectic. After a long chain of events that I won’t bore you with, we ended up not taking any posed family photos. The result was I didn’t get to document having three generations of my family all together in one place for the first time in 20 years. (I should note that this was NOT my fabulous photographer‘s fault – the blame lies with a naughty receptionist who will forever be on my shit-list.)
Ever since then I’ve been dying to make it up to my relatives, who were understandably upset after our wedding. Enter the perfect storm of family-gathering-times: my grandfather’s 80th birthday, my cousin’s high school graduation, and a goodbye reunion for an arm of the fam who’s moving to Australia this summer. Knowing that my grandparents, their three children, all of their grandchildren, and their great-grandpuppy were going to be in the same place at the same time, I schemed with my mother and my aunt to get professional family portraits taken during our time in Park City, Utah.
The surprise was perfect: following a post-graduation, happy-80th-birthday brunch with the whole clan, we drove down the street to a beautiful tree grove and met a wonderful photographer who you’ll meet soon. Here’s me with all of my cousins on my mom’s side of the family (the guy holding Bax above is Joelle’s future husband). The recent grad (and junior bridesmaid) is the cutie next to me with her tongue out and Joelle is the kissy-face one on the other side. My youngest cousin is second-from-the-top, also a junior BM. I’m the oldest…but I don’t always act like it.
You’ll notice that I climbed the tree wearing 4-inch heels. Baller.
The photos in this post are outtakes from my cousin-slash-maid-of-honor Joelle’s camera. I’ll post the professional ones when I get ’em.
So…that’s how I (sort of) made up for my wedding “oops.” It wasn’t the same, but in hindsight I think these’ll turn out better than any photos we could have taken on my wedding day, since my relatives and I had just spent three full days eating, hiking, and jumping on a giant trampoline together.
…oh, and don’t believe me about the trampoline?
Please take note of the embarrassed husband sitting on the steps in the background, quietly judging me. He was just jealous because he doesn’t have moves like me.
Have you ever had to make something up to your family? Do tell.