I don’t have a digital camera, so I cannot visually represent this evening. I could tell you about my feet, how utterly lousy with filth and pain they are, but far more interesting is that Jordana Davis is officially my sister-in-law. The wedding was more beautiful, more extraordinary, and far more fun than I can possibly describe here, particularly since I’m weak with drink and dance. Seriously, I can’t spell, and my arms keep falling off my laptop. I would have eaten a bowl of cereal but I couldn’t lift the box. So I’m off to sleep, with wedding stories having to wait until I can think and write more rationally.

Quick favorite moments? Sean and Jordi waltzing to Ian and I singing. My great Aunt Donna dancing with Lindsay Bowen. Kent dancing all night. My mom’s yellow dress. Tessa and I dancing with a long scarf and one Scott Bullock. More than anything? Sean and Jordana both looking so beautiful it hurt.