Saturday was the day of the actual wedding. As my wife was part of the bridal party, this kind of tied her up for most of the day. My daughter and I struck out on our own.
Actually, the morning was mostly consumed by a visit with some family that I had in the are.
For all her lack of sleep, I was amazed by how charming my daughter could be. She got over her hesitation around new people very rapidly and spent most of the morning running around and playing with cousins that she had never met until that morning. (Of course, I am a father and my judgement on such things could be slightly prejudiced. I was also pretty tired myself. So she might have been an absolute terror that morning, and I would be able to tell you.)

