So last month some good friends of mine got married. I've known Brooke since I was in 8th grade and she was in like...3rd. Then she met Trever. He was a freshman in college and she was in like...4th grade. Haha. They are both awesome people, but that is not why I am writing this.
Cyndie is my favorite sister in law. After college I lived with Michael and Cyndie while Michael and I started a thriving recording studio. With Michael typically having jobs with unconventional times, Cyndie and I have spent a lot of time together while he's gone. People are sometime confused by us showing up at rehearsal dinners together with Makenzie, or going to get ice cream and paying seperately with debit cards with the last name Norwood. Because Michael was in the wedding, I once again had my sister-in-law as a date. Here are some pictures:
Note to self: Cyndie does not appreciate close ups. (I wonder what she's going to think about me posting this)
Now to the real meat and potatoes of this post. As I was looking through my pictures of the wedding, I was able to find a picture of something I oh so desperately wanted. Here is the picture:
Now even this picture is of the cutest flower girl in the world, that is not what this picture is about. This is about the the father of the little girl, my brother, crying like a little girl in the top right of the picture. Love you Michael!