First wedding of the year hits close to home

When I first met Lisa, she was 12 and I had a mullet. I'm not even sure you could call it a mullet - it was long in the back, cut on the sides and had some business going on in the front. I started dating her sister Amy when I was 16 and it was nearly impossible for me to not act like Lisa's overprotective older brother. And I'm sure the first couple of boyfriends who came around got a healthy dose of, well, me.

Fast forward 18 years or so... my mullet is gone and Lisa has found her man, Michael. I wasn't around to give him crap, so he stuck around. Maybe Lisa had something to do with that, too. Whatever the case, I'm happy for both of them.

Enjoy some pics from the wedding: