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Hitting two dreams with one stone

Growing up, I always dreamed of being a flower girl. How lovely it would be to don a pretty dress and walk down the aisle sprinkling flowers like a precious little princess. I understood from an early age what an honor this was, and what an event full of glory.

I so wanted that glory.

I remember going to one wedding when I was about 4 or 5 and watching the chosen flower girl walk down the aisle and feeling the first pangs of envy.

Dude, what am I? Chopped liver?

The years went by and I never was asked, and really, we didn't attend many weddings when I was young. Pretty soon I would be a flower girl old-maid. I'd be the wilted flower girl-woman. The spinster with the cat.

But THEN.

Then, my younger brother's wedding was approaching and they were considering using Jolie as the flower girl.

Oooh! Pick us! Pick us!

The main obstacle was her young age- at 2 and change, she was possibly a little on the young side to carry out this role. Not that I thought this for a minute, I was sure she could handle the pressure, but my brother's future father-in-law is a judge and has lots of wedding flower girl disasters in his memory from having a too-young child: bursting  in tears, picking UP the flowers instead, and what have you.

This would not deter me though. My dream of being a flower girl was going to come true! Through my daughter! Just try and stop me!

So I rallied for Jolie, knowing this may be her only chance at flower girl glory. She can do it! I'll walk down with her! She'll be the cutest EVER!

We promised to start vigorous flower girl training camp. I personally didn't think this would help that much, but did make sure she understood what sprinkling meant. Prior to the ceremony, I walked with her down the aisle and we pretended to sprinkle. We were as ready as we would ever be.

When the music started and we got our cue, I started to lead Jolie down the small aisle. She wouldn't budge. Everyone was turned around, watching us, while she stood with a finger in her mouth, looking vacuous and disturbingly still.

Uh-oh.

"It's our turn, come on!" I said quietly, hoping she would not ruin this moment, especially with people that expressed reservations of her young age.

She said loudly, "Our turn?" Yes, I nodded vigorously.

We started walking, miraculously, but she wasn't sprinkling flower petals, just walking with her hand still in her mouth. I started sprinkling, showing her how, leading her slowly down the aisle. Oh well, I thought to myself, at least she's cute, and the job is getting done.

But then, about 1/3 of the way to go, she started doing it. Sprinkling. Grooving.

I was so HAPPY. Relieved. Triumphant.

I watched the smiling, adoring faces as we walked by. They were loving her. And she was loving the moment too.

Dude. Dream come true. For at least one of us.

 

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