My brother’s wedding was this weekend, and it was a destination wedding in the college town of Athens, Georgia.
My (now!) sister in law very sweetly asked if my two older girls would be flower girls, and of course I agreed. Ruth will be three in September and Rose will be two in October, so I was a tad bit anxious about how they would perform come the day of the wedding.
We traveled up to Athens on the 4th of July for the Rehearsal Dinner. When we had settled into our cute cottage on the grounds of the wedding venue and attended the Rehearsal Dinner, Ruthie promptly sat on a lit match and burned a hole in her dress. We like to start things off right. The rest of the Rehearsal Dinner was uneventful, other than the fact it was outdoors and the mosquitos ate poor little Ruth alive!
My cousin and her beau came all the way from California to see my brother get married, and they recommended essential oils to get Wren to sleep through the night. Has anyone had any success with this? They seemed very knowledgeable about it. At this point, I am willing to give anything a try!
The wedding day came fast and furious. My husband was a groomsman, so he was not going to be able to help me with the girls that day. Luckily, my whole family was lodged in adjacent cottages all situated around the wedding venue, so my mom and sisters were able to come over and help me get them dressed. Rose has become very opinionated about her outfits, curse it. Scott had to hide her favorite “princess dress” (a pink striped skirt) underneath her Rehearsal Dinner dress because she wouldn’t let us take it off of her. On the day of the wedding, she became particularly attached to her purple striped tank top with jelly stains on it. I consider myself a laid back mom, but I draw the line at stained casual wear for a flower girl. It took a vanilla wafer and wandering around the grounds a bit, but she finally came to terms with her flower girl dress.
My wonderful in-laws (who happen to live 15 minutes away from Athens) met me at the church to help me take care of the girls so that I didn’t have to miss my brother’s wedding if they had to be taken outside for a while. It came time for the girls to walk down the aisle, and my anxiety was high. It was the girls’ nap time, and Rosie was already nodding off on my shoulder. The game plan was that my sister would be at one end of the aisle sending the girls off down the aisle and I would be crouching at the other end of the aisle beckoning them to me. I knew that if I handed Rosie off to my sister when she was so tired and cranky a meltdown would ensue, so I improvised. My sister sent Ruth on her way, so I set Rose down behind her. I then
inconspicuously awkwardly hoofed it down the aisle within Rosie’s line of sight and sat down in the front pew to encourage them to walk toward me. They looked at me quizzically and walked to me without a hitch! I was so proud of them.
By the time we reached the wedding venue, the bride very kindly let us take pictures with the flower girls first because the girls were fading fast. My in laws ate dinner while we were taking photos and took the girls back to the cottage once we were finished taking pictures so that my husband and I could eat dinner at the reception. It was so lovely to eat dinner with my husband and sisters and their husbands. We goofed off with the adorable fans that told us our table numbers.
We briefly walked the girls over from our cottage to enjoy the reception a bit. Back before I was a mom, I would have said the reception venue was beautiful, but as a mom all I saw were toddler hazards. A normal person would have said there were lots of picturesque koi ponds, brick ledges, and a gorgeous lit swimming pool with a fountain. All I saw was Death! Danger! Dismemberment! So the in laws put the girls down for the night. They had had such a long day, they were practically dead on their feet anyway.
The wedding day was perfect and I am so happy for my brother and his new wife! Scott and I really cut a mean rug on the dance floor. My legs are so sore, I can barely walk today. Clearly we need to go out and dance more.