The good old days

So earlier this week, my mom and I started transferring photos from our old albums to some new ones we bought. I came across these gems.

 

Mom circa 1964.

 

Dad and his brother in one of the many matching outfits my Grandma sewed.

 

Leaving the church where they were married. It's so crazy to think that they were practically my age at the time.

I love this one. It was the extent of their professional photography at their little backyard reception. Why can't things be that simple and lovely today? Oh yeah, they can be. Just let them. (Oh, and I think my dad must have been born with that mustache.)