Day of the wedding, some members of the wedding party were super excited
That’d be one of my flower girls, passed out in a pew at the church. About half an hour before the ceremony.
Wedding started… Josh walked his mommy to her seat
Thankfully by this time we had two conscious flower girls. Who were fairly convinced this was their show.
Direct quote from the older one “We all look like princesses!”
They’re 2 and 3 (and the 2 year old had her birthday like, three days before the wedding). I was skeptical they’d make it down. But they did.
Upon reaching the front the older one announced “Now I pick them up!” and started retrieving her petals.
Like I said, it was their show.
This was a good thing because I was just starting down
and I’m totally a crier. Laughing at the flower girl trying to refill her basket helped stop that a little.
We did our thang
It was a Catholic wedding. This means several things: no playing Here Comes the Bride, no saying “who gives this woman”, you don’t say “I do”, and they don’t pronounce you man and wife. Watch for it next time you’re at a Catholic wedding.
Then we peaced out
Signed the papers so we were, you know, legally married and stuff, and made our getaway
And guess what time it was
Time to start drinking, clearly.
The guy from the trolley had asked me if I wanted sparkling cider or champagne.
Is that even a question?
Poor flower girl had to settle for water. You can tell she thought that was lame.
But the trolley was fun
And, clearly, badass
Then we took a million and three pictures in the park with our photographers, and it was reception time