After months of reading every book that the library had on the subject, hours of debate about wearing the fluffy white dress, and a solid week filled with "I won't do it!," Emerson completed her duties as a flower girl. While most girlie girls would jump at the chance to wear a fab dress and be fancy, my shy gal prefers not to stand in the limelight. So when she realized that her purpose was to a.) look cute and b.) be noticed by everyone , she expressed her displeasure at the whole process.
And while she was a total PILL during pictures and had a breakdown (not MELTDOWN, mind you, but a serious attack of nerves) just before she set off down the aisle, at the end of the day, she did enjoy herself. And although she told me for months that I shouldn't have said yes and that she'd never, EVER do it again, she ended the day by say
ing "And the next time, I'm a flower girl..."
Well done, Big!
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