As a young girl I always wanted to be the flower girl in a wedding, but I never had the opportunity, so a couple of months ago when a couple from church asked Skylar to be the flower girl in their wedding I just knew she would love to do it. I was wrong. Whoever came up with the idea of having young children in weddings must have had a good sense of humor. They are unpredictable at best and just downright ornery at worst.
Skylar - who used to not have a shy bone in her body - has become increasingly bashful in the past few months. In fact she is starting to remind me a lot of myself - quiet and shy until she gets to know you, then you can't shut her up. I knew things were not going to go well, when at the rehearsal all she wanted to do was cling to me, but after spending several hours around everyone in the wedding party Friday evening and Saturday morning, she finally started to loosen up.
That was until the music started, and she was supposed to head down the aisle. She dropped a total of two flower petals before stopping dead in her tracks, tearing up, and wanting momma. To minimize the fit, I headed down the aisle, took her by the hand, and tossed the flower petals myself. When we got to the front of the church she refused to stand with the rest of the girls and ended up on the front pew with me. So, I finally fulfilled my childhood dream of being the flower girl, but needless to say it was nothing as I had envisioned it.