me and adelaide are finally naming the day

So, a few weeks back Grainne finally made an honest man out of Eamonn, and me being me took an awful lot of pictures.

Me being me, however, an awful lot of those pictures were blurry, or of the back of people’s heads, or of my wife… which is understandable, albeit not really the point at someone else’s wedding.

So, here the are, (almost) unadulterated.

I’m kind of proud that I didn’t call Grainne a baggage once on the day… ooh, the baggage!