My little brother got married this weekend. We’re a big Chinese family and she has a big Indian family, so it was no small affair. It was the first family wedding I’ve attended where we were outnumbered. It started Thursday night with a Mehendi, where the ladies have henna applied by an artist.
My mother getting her hands done.
Friday my aunt and uncle had a big party at their house, where we put children in boxes.
Saturday we had a Chinese tea ceremony (of which I have no photos). Then Sunday we had an Indian wedding. Here’s the mother of the bride tying a headpiece on my brother.
There was a lot going on.
Here the sisters-in-law (and Juan) are discussing whether the groom should be wearing socks with his paper shoes. (No.)
The brides’s father invites our family to the ceremony.
Our older brothers cover the groom with a sheet so that the couple does not see each other until prayers have been said.
My dad got a little distracted during the ceremony. He’s a photographer and somehow smuggled his iPhone onto the stage.
Me and my dear friend from high school, who introduced the couple. He’s her cousin! So now we’re actually family. WILD.
My older brother following in our father’s footsteps.
I didn’t take a lot of photos. But there are a few more here.
I love me an Indian wedding!
Especially weddings in the forest.
It was a big week for the Limpire!
Scenes from a summer wedding.
I love weddings. Especially weddings that involve the ocean, a bar(n), an ice cream truck, and CANDY! Oh yeah, and people whom I love…loving each other.
This is what it looks like when we try to gather for a photo.
One minute, we were enjoying a picnic in Yosemite. The next minute, we were in the middle of a wedding.
Few images are as stressful as a bride on a cell phone with this look on her face. In the middle of a forest.