Cousin Paul is one of Rachel's favourite people in the world.
She still fondly remembers him and Ben driving 100 miles across America to find a new motel because she didn't like the cheese sandwiches in the first one.
And Paul has finally found someone worthy to become one-of-Rachel's-favourite-people-in-the-world-in-law. Lovely Janie.
So, we were delighted to be invited to their wedding.
But then, of course, we had to make the big decision....
Who would be in charge of taking the pictures?
Rachel hates cameras, always has and always will. Mark, in contrast, lurrrrrrrrves cameras, but does not like to be the person taking the picture, because then he isn't in them.
Fortunately, the solution was right in front of us.
Prancing about like a monkey...
We had only been at the wedding for 3 minutes and Dylan was already causing trouble. He needed distraction. So he was swiftly crowned 'unofficial wedding photographer' and instructed to take pictures of the 'most important things' at the wedding...
So here is Paul and Janie's wedding through the eyes of Dylan, who has kindly supplied his own captions:
A big, funny man. I like him.
A funny lady that wants a kiss.
Jody being rude. Look. Naughty.
That's you, mummy. You're very happy.
Musical statues. Yay.
That's Paul and Janie. But I don't know where their heads is.
Oh, good, there's their heads.
I don't know what's this. What's this, mummy?
(we suspect this is from the 'missing twenty minutes' when we lost Dylan. Thank you to whoever the hand belongs to, as they probably saved the rest of the guests from a foam party)
That's a door. But it was locked.
That's where the apple juice is
That's my chair. But it wasn't round that way.
That's where I spilt my apple juice.
That's the apple juice man.
That's Jody dancing.
I think that's me dancing. I'm a good dancer aren't I?
And for those of you who prefer the romance. Here are a couple of pictures from the official photographer. Altogether now, 'Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh...'