This past weekend was a magical one. My little sister married her soul mate, her best friend and the love of her life among her family and friends. My sweet daughter Isla got the coveted title of flower girl. I remember her being asked by my sister and her future husband if she would stand by them that day. Isla eagerly said “yes”, not sure what she would be getting into but knew that anything with the word “flower” in it sounded pretty special! Immediately was brought back to my childhood days where I was just like Isla. A little blonde haired, blue eyed girl being asked by the people she loves most to be a part of their special day. I was overcome with emotion picturing Isla experiencing this day for herself. Even though she won’t remember the moments, she will have pictures and hear stories about this day forever.
I have pictured Isla walking down the isle. Her sweet dress bouncing as she walks, her braided hair tucked behind her floral crown and moving her ribbon wand back and forth, getting everyone excited for the bride to be to follow behind her.
I have pictured her experiencing a few meltdowns and letting out a few screams here and there, talking too loud during speeches and laughing out loud during “grace”.
I have pictured her getting pictures taken with the wedding party, her aunt and uncle and not paying attention to any of the instructions she is given, all while yelling “cheese” at the top of her lungs.
I have pictured her dancing the night away. Twirling around in her dress, doing some questionable dance moves and being the center of multiple dancing circles while everyone cheers her on.
I have pictured her dancing with the bride, holding hands with mommy while dancing in a circle till we get dizzy and slow dancing with daddy while she hums to a song that she has never heard before.
I have pictured her falling asleep around the table, her legs flopped over a chair, her flower crown falling out of her head with dried food all over her mouth all while the dancing and loud music continued all around her.
I have pictured her being carried out of the reception by her daddy way past her bedtime, barely able to keep her eyes open, all while saying “I’m not tired!”
I have pictured myself putting her into bed after a long night of way to much fun and dancing, trying desperately to get her perfect dress over her perfect little head without waking her up.
I have pictured tucking her into bed, kissing her cheek and asking her if she had fun tonight and hearing a faint “yes” as she drifted off to sleep.
I have pictured this day since Isla was born and Cali and Tanner were engaged. Thank you both for giving me these memories.