Twenty-five years ago, my mom and stepdad went down to the beach and got married. It was just the two of them. There was no reception at a later date, no cake, and no first dance. That changed last weekend when my parents renewed their vows in their favorite place, the lake. My PawPaw performed the ceremony, which including a hand-binding ceremony. Alexis was the flower girl, and my brother and I stood up with them. A reception followed, complete with a cake and dancing. And then the next day we all had breakfast together as a family, and we surprised my parents with a new stove. Below are some of my favorite pictures from the weekend.