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The back of the packhouse was set up beautifully for photos. For the next hour while the cocktail party ensued, the wedding party went out back and took photos. I couldn’t believe it. My Parker, my baby, was now Parker Anderson. He was all mine. And my brothers too I guess.
Parker giggled. He must have heard my thoughts.
“I did,” he said.
He couldn’t stop smiling. None of us could. Andrew had finally stopped crying. All of us had to go wash our faces to get ready for photos. But the worst part was that Misty took Parker for fifteen minutes to touch up his makeup.
It was good to get an hour away for pictures to calm down before entering the hall again. We took photos with our family and friends and I was so glad that Parker’s bump was showing a little. I wanted to remember th
