It’s been a really crazy week and quite frankly a week that I’d like to forget for the most part, which included me coming home on Wednesday and simiply crawling into bed.
As I mentioned before the actual wedding was in July and this was the reception which was being held at a golf course on the north side of San Antonio.
Grandma.
The reception hall.
My sweetie.
For some reason this golf course even had longhorn cattle.
Lots of big houses on a nice size hill.
Mom, Sylvia and Dad.
Miranda and me.
Mom and Dad.
The father of the bride, Scott, and the bride, Hannah.
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