Last weekend C.’s best friend got married to his love of thirteen years.
It was on my family’s farm and C. was the best man and MM was the flower girl. And let me tell you, I stressed about her being a flower girl since she’s only two…and a “young two” at that.
We talked about “throwing ped-els” the week before and practiced walking down the aisle towards Daddy for a whole day.
We talked about the Easter Bunny loves watching little girls throw petals in the pasture & that he was hiding behind the trees watching her. Crazy? Oh, yeah. But she totally ate it up.
The day of the wedding she did such a good job & stood up front the whole time. When it was time to walk to back down the aisle she wasn’t so sure so her daddy carried her.
She was so happy with herself and spent the whole reception dancing-dancing-dancing the night away with everyone.