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Joe and Steph's wedding: top "ten" shots

I have been waaaay too long delivering these pictures, as some people will attest . . . and in fact have already attested using their comments on facebook. You may remember that our friends Joe and Steph got married–or you may not, since it happened about a few millenia ago.

And by ‘millenia’ I actually mean about 3 weeks.

Anyway, after a little prodding from these lovely two people:

. . . I’m sharing my top 10-ish shots, with the rest of the pictures in slideshow format.

1. The best man

Brad cracks me up. Brad cracks my husband up. Brad cracks everybody up. I love you, Brad. Can’t wait to see you again at New Years.

2. Dancin’ Durango

This is Alex. I am happy to have captured his dancing mojo. You were in fine form, man.

3. In love

I’m cheating and sharing two shots here . . . because I love Dave and Katie. And I love how Dave is looking at Katie. And I love how into the whole thing they are.

4. The Belle of New Orleans

The newlywed Mrs. Elisabeth Gussman was radiant and chic. I like her more every time I get to spend time with her. I think I need to go shopping with her, because I’m totally diggin’ her style. Check out the fabulous hat. And dress. And smooch.

5. Strangers on a . . . floaty thing

This random man on a floating device paddled himself to the dock and took a picture of Joe and Steph in their wedding finery with his cellphone.

Though that begs the question–why did he have a cellphone when he was probably at risk with every passing second of falling into the lake? Do they make waterproof cellphones? Or does he have super-human balancing powers?

6. J. Crew models get married

Don’t they look like they should be in a magazine spread? Uh huh.

7. Joe being Joe

No more needs to be said.

8. Feelin’ hot hot hot

Literally. It was hot in that tent, man.

9. Grooms cry, too

This close-up shot isn’t great photographically speaking, but it captures something so beautiful. Joe’s face as Steph walked towards him was my hands-down favorite moment of the whole wedding.

I think I’m choking up again.

10. Daddy and daughter

I don’t know who they are . . . but this sight was too precious for words.

11. My name is Frank; welcome to my circus

I had to include this. That’s why I specified “”ten”” instead of “ten” if you know what I’m sayin’.

Here are the rest of the pictures (which I will also upload to facebook tonight)–enjoy!

Marshmallow legs

Twelve days ago our wonderful friends Joe and Steph tied the knot.

As it always seems to happen after a wedding or big event–at least since the advent of my beautiful Nikon–, I am wading through a quagmire of pictures. But when I sat down with Photoshop to start churning them out for the world to see, it wasn’t the pictures of the dancing, or the bride and groom escaping in a boat, or the beautiful (and hot) outdoors ceremony that I was drawn to immediately–it was the pictures of a small one. A small one with marshmallow legs.

Marshmallow legs that I want to kiss and chomp and squeeze.

Neither I nor my friends Katie and Liz had ever seen this baby before or met her parents until that very day.

But we were drawn to her like a magnet.

We had to touch that fuzzy head.

Thankfully her parents were more than generous, and let us hold her and scrunch her and squeal over her and pretty much act like a ridiculous set of hormone-crazed women.

And hey–our dresses kind of matched! I choose to interpret that as a message from the universe saying: you have a special bond.

I think baby James has a contender now for the position of Cutest Baby.

Do you ever inexplicably start taking pictures of a baby who’s not yours and whose name you don’t even know?

Apparently, I do.

Though since we’re all friends of Joe and Steph, that at least eliminates the possibility that I’m a freaky stalker that needs to be kept away at all costs.

Then again, maybe not. See, baby-snatching actually crossed my mind. What if I just grabbed this baby and made a hot run for it?

Which begs the question–can I even trust myself anymore?

My favorite shots are the ones of the Little Dumpling with her own beautiful mama. As the fates would have it, we were seated with the Little Dumpling’s family at the outdoor reception. Which meant: even more opportunities to capture the sweetness of this little bundle of pillowy baby-ness.

You have never seen a cuter pair.

Be still, my heart.