Some shots from Sarah's camera, since I haven't uploaded mine yet.
We got there so early,
Joel had lots of time to check
out the tide and build sandcastles.
The Bridal Hut.
Clearly assembled by groomsmen in the construction biz, where anything that can be wrapped like duct tape, is. I reckon if the ladies had been part of the design team:
1) they would have secured a permit from the city of Rehoboth so that Danny wouldn't have
had to play the pretty-please politician at 6pm for his 7pm ceremony
2) they would have billowed the tulle a little more, maybe tucked in few yellow flowers
3) they would've started more than 45 minutes before the wedding
As it was, I was amused at how the guys got the job done--emphasis on the guys.
Ever seen flip flops with tuxes?
Sarah absolutely loved these dresses...the color, the style, everything.
First time I've ever heard The Wedding March performed on the steel drum. This man was a friend of the family,
I think from Trinidad?
Here comes the bride!
I have to say, Zubrowski men know how to pick 'em:)-.
Danny watching his beloved Lisa coming down the sandy aisle. I love seeing a young man's face the moment he beholds her. It's how I
picture Jesus when His Bride is presented to
Him on That Day. Joy complete.