If you are not related to me by blood, quit reading. Seriously. Just scroll down to the previous post. If you are a Bunker, here are a million photos of Uncle Eric's wedding weekend for you to enjoy. Not that they are good. If you want good pictures, better wait for Paul to post on FB. But if want to see what transpired last weekend here it is.
The Bunker men. Paul, Duane, Phil, Eric, Ed, and Yehuda f/k/a Robert III.
Grandma, the Bunker men, Susan, Skyla, Wyatt, and me. Because that's who was around when we took the pictures.
Wyatt loved his cousin Skyla. He was trying to help her get some music on.
Yehuda and Ed.
(New) Aunt Julie, Uncle Eric and Wyatt.
Ross and Polly in a deep conversation?
Wyatt's picture of Polly.
Grandpas--Paul Sr. with Skyla and Phil Sr., whose only grand child was already asleep in bed.
Contra dancing, or square dancing as we call it down in Texas. Super fun! Wyatt danced two with me and Pops and we had a blast.
All the senior generation ready to watch the dance.
P & P. Number 6 and 4 chillaxing.
The Bunker dorks all wearing their Bunker Reunion shirts. Paul, Phil, Gram, and Duane.
Drew, Skyla, Susan, and mom.
Mother and child.
Nona and Skyla.
Candid shot of Daddy Phil with baby Silas. (Yes, we have a lot of Phils in this family, four to be exact.)
Francis Fenton, 95 y.o. life long friend and neighbor of the Mercer Bunkers. Still going strong and living on his own. Uncle Paul says that Francis is keeping the fountain of youth in his garage. I'm thinking our grandmother must have been in Francis's garage a few times.
The cheerful groom.
Cousin Sarah, Phil, and baby Silas. Don't they look amazing? Especially for people who haven't slept in a whole month.
Cousins Sarah, Rebecca, and bella Bella. Beautiful Bunker ladies.
Gram and Ed. All dressed up.
A very nice shot of Duane. Don't catch him this spiffy too often.
Ross (honorary Bunker man, since he likes all the same stuff as them and has been around forever), Phil, Paul, Eric, Ed, and Duane. Toasting the groom.
Some stiff beverage?
Salut!
Paul, Eric, Phil. Can't tell they're related can you?
Huskies.
Sarah, Silas, and G.G.
Is there anything sweeter? Nope, there's not. I was grateful to my cousins for sharing their babies with me. Don't get baby cuddles anymore around this house.
The Bunker men. Paul, Duane, Phil, Eric, Ed, and Yehuda f/k/a Robert III.
Grandma, the Bunker men, Susan, Skyla, Wyatt, and me. Because that's who was around when we took the pictures.
Wyatt loved his cousin Skyla. He was trying to help her get some music on.
Yehuda and Ed.
(New) Aunt Julie, Uncle Eric and Wyatt.
Ross and Polly in a deep conversation?
Wyatt's picture of Polly.
Grandpas--Paul Sr. with Skyla and Phil Sr., whose only grand child was already asleep in bed.
Contra dancing, or square dancing as we call it down in Texas. Super fun! Wyatt danced two with me and Pops and we had a blast.
All the senior generation ready to watch the dance.
P & P. Number 6 and 4 chillaxing.
The Bunker dorks all wearing their Bunker Reunion shirts. Paul, Phil, Gram, and Duane.
Drew, Skyla, Susan, and mom.
Mother and child. 
Nona and Skyla.
Candid shot of Daddy Phil with baby Silas. (Yes, we have a lot of Phils in this family, four to be exact.)
Francis Fenton, 95 y.o. life long friend and neighbor of the Mercer Bunkers. Still going strong and living on his own. Uncle Paul says that Francis is keeping the fountain of youth in his garage. I'm thinking our grandmother must have been in Francis's garage a few times.
The cheerful groom.
Cousin Sarah, Phil, and baby Silas. Don't they look amazing? Especially for people who haven't slept in a whole month.
Cousins Sarah, Rebecca, and bella Bella. Beautiful Bunker ladies.
Gram and Ed. All dressed up.
A very nice shot of Duane. Don't catch him this spiffy too often.
Ross (honorary Bunker man, since he likes all the same stuff as them and has been around forever), Phil, Paul, Eric, Ed, and Duane. Toasting the groom.
Some stiff beverage?
Salut!
Paul, Eric, Phil. Can't tell they're related can you?
Huskies.
Sarah, Silas, and G.G.
Is there anything sweeter? Nope, there's not. I was grateful to my cousins for sharing their babies with me. Don't get baby cuddles anymore around this house.
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