Or as she called herself, \”Pincess Fower Pincess\”. We found her dress about 6 weeks before the wedding. The shoes were bought 2 weeks prior. My daughter, lover of dresses and all things \”princess\” couldn\’t wait to wear both. When the hour arrived, and she was in heaven!
We put on her \”Pincess Fower Pincess\” and shoes, and she was off - showing off! \”Look at me!\” Twirl, twirl, twirl. Bummer - no picture to post!
The hours passed, and the time came to fulfill her duty as flower girl… sprinkle the aisle with purple rose petals. Joel and Livi were to walk together. They stood in their places at the opened double doors. Que the kids. Livi took to huge fistfulls of petals and threw them, while standing at the entrance. Joel walked on, just as he practiced. I whisper/yell, \”Livi, walk and throw — walk and throw!\” She begins to walk and throw. She stops and throws, and then continues a short distance.
It was in evitable. I feel like a sportscaster reporting how the game could have been won… it was all in the throw. It came down to the even spacing, pacing and distributing of the petals. It\’s all fuzzy now, but I know she didn\’t make it all the way down the aisle. Midway, she turned, looked at me and said, \”I meed more fowers!\” At that point she picked up some of the flowers she had thrown, put them in her basket, and started back down the aisle. The recovered petals didn\’t last long. She turnd again and told me again (I was crouched behind the last pew, poking my head out to coax her along), \”I meed more fowers!!!\” By that time, the double doors had been closed and the bride\’s music had begun.
I had a decision to make. It had to be fast. Quick thinking is not my forte, but I had to put that aside… a wedding was in jeopardy! My options: fight with Livi, coaxing her down the aisle — knowing she would not go easily without her flowers to throw; OR grab her, go to our seat and give her her Tootsie Pop. I tried one more time to have her go to her brother, but the missing petals proved too much of a hang-up. I sneaked down to where she was picking up more petals, and scooped her up. I was able to whisk her to our seat with little noise and distraction, um, except for the opening of the Tootsie Pop:)
All in all, she did a terrific job. Kids are literal, and her job was flower throwing. She held up her end of the deal!
















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