After our first dance, it was time for the father-daughter dance. Unfortunately, my dad was nowhere to be found. Apparently he'd stepped out for a few minutes to get some cash to tip our caterers with. So, we waited for him to get back, and then we began. I chose Tim McGraw's My Little Girl.
Mostly we talked about the ceremony and how good the food was (seriously, it was delicious). And, soon it was over, too. And, unfortunately, these photos are tainted with Pepto Bismol as well.
Photos courtesy of Howie Hartman of Double H Media.
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We arrive in Pennsylvania
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