She’ll always be the flower girl to me.
My granddaughter Skyler was the flower girl in my daughter’s recent wedding. Well, at least she was supposed to be the flower girl. Sadly, she got cold feet at the very last moment and refused her role of scattering rose petals ahead of the bride.
She shunned her moss-covered basket and retreated back inside the big, old stone building. You could hear her sobs echoing from the walls during the first part of the ceremony, the disappointment and sadness evident, shyness had overcome her.
One of the photographer’s snapped this photo right after the ceremony. It's Skyler, her knees on a window seat, watching things unfold from behind the safety of a glass wall. The mix of emotions in her tiny, down-turned mouth and expressive eyes tug at me.
In my heart, she’ll always be the flower girl.
And I knew (I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew)
She could make me happy (happy, happy)
Flowers in her hair, flowers everywhere - The Cowsills
( The Rain, The park and Everything)
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