I’m still getting caught up on all the wedding photographs, but I have to share this story.
Milisa and Biff were married a few days ago. In her future mother-and father-in-law’s back yard.

This is Milisa.

She looks sweet and quiet, right? I thought so.
That should have been my first clue.
She told me about some of the stuff that would be happening at her wedding,
but some stuff you have to see to believe.
Starting with her very UNtraditional Wilma Flinstone necklace.
She wears it beautifully!
She told me she would be wearing a blue necklace,
but I never expected such boldness! She’s definitely workin’ it!
okay, so check this out.
This is the first thing I saw when I arrived at the wedding location:

seriously? wow. dreamy.
This is the truck from the first post about the wedding.
And then. The piece de resistance.

Yes.
The official Bride shoes.
I *knew* at this point, I was not dealing with an ordinary bride!
I love it!
The house was a virtual museum of character.
There was something amazing and amusing to see pretty much everywhere I looked.
Here’s two things that caught my eye.


More you ask? why yes, there was.
So, Milisa was walked to the altar by her parents, and took Biff’s hand.
He walked her a few steps forward and then they turned to face each other.
Both of them had a little twinkle in their eye, and then.
Yes, again, the unexpected.
They patty-caked at the altar!!

A chuckle went through the crowd of guests like a football stadium wave.
The first dance was pretty traditional.
There. I said it. There WAS something traditional.

But the second dance…not so much.
As if Milisa didn’t have enough to do the week OF her wedding,
she took it upon herself to learn a Hawaiian wedding dance.
Excuse me while I wipe a tear from my eye….

That was so sweet. Everyone loved it, especially Biff.

I forgot to mention her hair!
I have to admit that I’ve never seen such long hair.
Their wedding was filled with visual surprises all day.
Stay tuned for the REST of the Rest of the Story.
I still have to tell you about the wedding cake. Or NO wedding cake I mean.
ooooh, don’t feel bad for them. it was worth every scrumptious bite.
by RuthBerry
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