Wedding Day

On Saturday afternoon, Emily and Matt were married at a church in Berryville out in the Blue Ridge Mountains.

After the ceremony, Matt was given the traditional warning from the Spellerberg clan, admonishing him to treat his new wife well, or "we'll chop your balls off with a sabre".

As usual, Ella was the center of attention, and danced even after some lady stepped on her bare foot with a high heel shoe.

As the youngest Spellerberg daughter, Becca got to face the usual assortment of "So when's your wedding?" questions. (Photo courtesy of my dad, who was hired to take far better pictures than the ones I took).

Matt's sister sang a song for the newlyweds, and the room was enthralled.

I don't remember which song the couple danced to, so let's just presume that it was Flo Rida's Low. Later, Matt and his mother danced to a trick song that kept pretending to end, only to burst out with another chorus.

The ring bearer and flower girl were also excellent dancers.