A bazillion years ago, I was a flower girl. I wore a floor-length, bubble gum pink dress, my Dorothy Hamill bob was smooth and I carried flowers. I remember nothing about the day, I only know what I know about my big day through pictures. I also have a delicate necklace with a cameo charm (it was 1978, I think) that I have always treasured as a keepsake.
Flash forward 30 some odd years, and it was MaM’s turn to be a flower girl. She’s not quite five, but she got to wear a hot pink dress, wear a tiara and carry a cute purse full of flowers. She shared the honor with her cousin, and the two of them did a great job. They then proceeded to dance the night away at the reception.
MaM fell asleep in my lap at 9:30pm, and she kept her beautiful hot pink dress on until bedtime Sunday. She was fancy, and girly, and LOVED just about every minute of it!
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Loving how summer means you have more time to blog!
Sooo sweet to see her experience such a special moment in a girl’s life…. Just as you did.
Interesting choice of wedding color, there…