Hitched...

It's official.

I have a new brother.

And my beautiful sister is his wife.

That sounds kind of messed up, but you get the point.

Alysha and Jason tied the knot on the day of the most infamous fake blizzard Utah has ever seen.

Though the snow never showed up, the cold went out of its way to make its presence known.

Bless Reece for his stroke of genius at approximately 11:59 p.m. on Monday.

Hand warmers were certainly the hit of the post-wedding photo shoot.

Lola was more than thrilled to embrace the warmth of the restaurant where the luncheon was held.

Mostly because it meant she got to devour 6,000 oranges as her horrified parents tried to keep the juice from landing on her flower girl dress.

After tipping my body's blood-to-Diet Coke ratio in favor of the former, we crashed for a few hours at home, all the while praying, offering sacrifices and trying all manner of ritualistic persuasion to keep the pending apocalyptic blizzard of 2010 from reaching the reception venue.

By the way, the "non-storm" will get its very own post in the coming days.

It was THAT ridiculous.

Just thought I'd throw that out there.

The reception was a smashing success.

And it wasn't just the lemon cream cake and BBQ sliders (not to be consumed together).

We are so grateful for the countless family members and friends who showed up to support our favorite couple.

Crazy kids.

We sure love them.

Here's to the storm that wasn't, gaining at least 10 pounds from excessive cake consumption, dancing until we couldn't breathe anymore and the prospect of cousins for Lola.

Oh yeah, and I joined the dark side.

Again.

In case you didn't notice.