Despite the best fretted-over plans, something always goes awry at a wedding: the mistakes are what makes the wedding memorable.
This past weekend my dear friend and her fiance were married in a lovely garden chapel in central Texas. It wedding sufficiently simple and well planned to be enjoyed even by the wedding party and families of the bride and groom.
The afternoon, the two precious and very quiet five-year-old flower girls broke away from racing the snails found in the gardens outside the chapel to participate in the rehearsal. With empty baskets, one mimicked the motions of gracefully tossing petals on the aisle. All set.
Fast-forward to the wedding. As maid of honor, I walked down the aisle first, followed by the ring bearer, who executed his right-angle turn toward the best man with military precision.
From my vantage point at the head of the aisle, I watched as one flower girl vigorously and conscientously pelted unsuspecting guests on her side of the aisle with fistfuls of petals, catching most of the guests by surprise. It makes me smile every time I think about it, and ten years from today, the flower girl with the powerful backhand will be what I remember.
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Before our wedding, I instructed the photographer to get mainly candid shots of the guests at the reception. We didn't want a bunch of posed shots of us. Unfortunately, the photog had a wreck between the church and the reception hall, so all we got were ... posed shots of us. Not one candid shot from him. Best laid plans ...
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