Brian & Jane's July Wedding

Three little fairy princesses. That's what they looked like to me. Resplendent in white tulle tea length dresses with crimson silk rose petals layered inside the tulle ("Wow, rose petals are INSIDE my dress!" one of them commented.) people kept using words like "angel," "heaven," and "perfection" to describe the way Ella, June, and Georgie looked.

They all took rose petal throwing with the seriousness of someone learning a lifesaving new skill. All of them decided to start "practicing" on their own months before the big day. "Should it be overhanded throwing or underhanded throwing, Auntie?" "How big will our baskets be?" "Will we have a lot of petals or just a few?" "How will we know where to go?" I had not considered how stressful the idea of being a flowergirl and all that it entailed might be for a 3,4,&5 year-old of superior intelligence.

We had a casual rehearsal the night before and filled our baskets with leaves. It was a little confusing. "Should we walk down the little road through the middle of the chairs or go around them?" (Answer: Down the middle, sweetie.) We also had to get past the initial urge to throw the petals AT people. Hey, it seems fun to me too. But, alas, when it came time to "gently toss and walk slowly like a princess," never did three girls rise to the occasion like our girls did. Halos of blossoms circling their heads, comfy white shoes on their feet, and a love in their hearts for their Auntie Nane and Uncle Brown that shot out of every pore in their bodies, thinking about them for too long chokes me up they were so incredible. It was as much their day as it was ours - they had been looking forward to it for as long as we had - and boy did they shine!