The Flower Girl

I’ll apologize in advance. I planned my “Wordless” Wednesday pictures, but then somehow, I had to journal a little bit . . .

We were in my sister’s wedding together–Mara and I. I was the matron of honor. She, the flower girl. For days afterwards, she referred to me as “The Maid of Honor.”

“I would like to sit by The Maid of Honor,” she would say, as if I were The Queen of England. She told everyone she saw–from three-year-old friends to our retired neighbors next door to the pediatrician–that she was “The Flower Girl,” insinuating that she was The One and Only Flower-Girl-Princess, Most Beautiful.

It was the highlight of her little life!

She walked down the aisle with the handsome ringbearer, Connor–who, yes, is precisely airborne in the picture. (Being in the bridal party–and a mother of three preschoolers related to the bride–limited my ability to capture these moments the way I would have liked. I missed a lot of good pictures that day!)

But I wanted to share my few snapshots of The Flower Girl. Special thanks to Grandpa (my dad) for the final snapshot in this sequence!

During the couple’s first dance at the reception, my dad looked at his daughter, the bride. His eyes brimming with tears, he said to me, “She’s all grown up now, isn’t she?”

I nodded, and as I looked down at my little girl, I couldn’t help fast-forwarding 20 years . . .