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Wedding Day

Well, September 2nd has come and gone. And my baby is now married! What a wonderful day it was, weather-wise and sentimental-wise. Here's the beautiful bride, Megan, and her step-daughters Layla and Mimi...

Mikayil, named in honour of my first born, Michael, was all set for the happenings...

And here's mother, Rosemarie, and brother, Matthew, with the bride...
Mother and father, yours truly, of the bride...
Father and step-mother (Maryse) of the bride...
Here's father walking his daughter down the aisle...
Cousins Heather and Karen provide some inspirational music...

Bride Megan and Groom Selo kiss...
After the ceremony came the reception. Uncle Steve and Aunt Laurie posed for photographer Philippe...

As did Uncle Jim and Aunt Lucille...Philippe caught Selo's parents Arslan and Sfure and sister Aysegul in a pose...

Here's two of Megan's Aunts, Jean and Laurie...

Megan's Dad and cousin Ben...

Selo's dad Arslan and son Miko relax...

Maryse and Jim look very happy in the sunshine...

Megan's Father and Mother speak before dinner...

The beautiful bride strikes a pose near the end of the evening...

And her father catches his breath...

Thanks to Philippe for acting as photographer!

Book: Fear and Lothing: On the Campaign Trail '72 by Hunter S. Thompson

Music: Upfront and Down Low by Teddy Thompson

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