We got married in Little Rock. It was small. It was happy. There were no big churches, no big crowds, no over the top bridesmaid dresses. We held it in a beautiful old house, and ate our favorite foods. My good friend, Jerusalem, performed the ceremony. I wore a dress with pockets. He wore a bow tie.
Ya’ll, it was a really happy day.
It’s the day we became a family, all three of us.
(My talented sister took all the pictures, and you can find information here (ahem, Michigan folks).
(Several people have asked about Fayez’s mismatched cuff links. They are both sentimental to him, one made by his talented cousin who makes jewelry here).