My little sister just got married. I guess that means I can’t call her my little sister anymore – younger sister maybe, but not little. The ceremony took place in Salt Lake City in the Mormon temple, on Thursday, August 4th. A beautiful day. Hot, with a few clouds strung like pearls across a deep blue sky. My sister had hired a professional photographer and so I didn’t take very many pictures at the wedding. I was too busy posing for photographs and being jealous of the photographer’s equipment. But I did manage to capture a few shots.
The reception was held at the Chantilly Mansion in Layton Utah later that evening. I had to arrive early for pictures. The photographer was fantastic: patient with all the kids, relatively unperturbed by the worsening weather (wind and threatening skies). And he did more than shoot group photos. He stayed for most of the reception, hovering in the background like a ghost, capturing hugs and shrieks of laughter, the first dance, the garter toss and the bouquet. At times he’d move in close to the bride and groom and raise the camera over their heads to shoot down on them. I haven’t seen how his pictures turned out, but I’m sure they’re fantastic.
I didn’t take very many pictures at the reception. With a professional present, I didn’t feel much of an obligation, and I didn’t want to get in his way. Still I did attempt a few shots of my own. I couldn’t help it. I’m particularly glad I had my camera at the end of the reception when everyone lined up outside with sparklers, and my sister ran through the smoke and sparks pulling her new husband behind her. When the wedding bell rang, everyone cheered. I waved, then started back into the mansion to clean up and go home.
So long, my not-so-little sister. I wish you all the happiness in the world. And don’t forget your not-so-big brother.