before we drove off to our honeymoon,
"They say when your daughter gets married you have gotten a new son, but I just feel like you've stolen my daughter! Take care of my baby girl."
When we came back a week later he was remorseful and apologized over and over (meanwhile I had forgotten the whole scene).
We were the first wedding of our generation of the families, and soon his other daughters and son had gotten married, babies were popping up right and left, and he stopped worrying about his "baby girl",
and somehow we have since become the patriarch and matriarch of the family... and all the kids in this photo have kids of their own. Geez the time has gone by quickly.