Going to the Chapel

The engagement of Laura and Gavin... and then some.

Monday, December 18, 2006

But There Can Only Be One Flower Girl

Kids crack us up constantly. Especially when we have conversations with them. Clearly, we don't get to interact with children enough these days to be past that point where it's funny every time...

We got unexpected reactions from the kids in our wedding party when we did the official asking over the summer.

We asked Gavin’s cousins of some sort (twice removed? thrice?), Sophie (6) and Maddie (8), to be our flower girls during a family party. Of course, we asked their mother first. She was really excited and told us that they were going to LOVE this. She grabbed the video camera and we went outside to find the girls.

We asked Maddie and Sophie if they knew what a flower girl is. They said they did thanks to a book their mom had read them recently.

We asked if they would want to be flower girls in our wedding.

Maddie jumped up and down and yelled “YEAH!!” with a huge smile on her face.

Sophie, ever the observant, precocious little spud, didn’t answer. “Sophie, do you think that would be fun?” She looked around everywhere but at people and in the quietest, mumbliest way you can imagine informed us:

“But there can only be one flower girl. Maddie can be your flower girl.”

We explained that there would be two ring bearers, so it would be ok to have two flower girls. I also threw in that being a flower girl meant pretty dresses.

More mumbling. Then she ran away to continue the game we had interrupted.

The reaction was hysterical and totally unexpected. She protected her idea that there should only be one flower girl like Milton protected his red Swingline stapler in Office Space. The girls’ mom accepted for her and has since taken the girls out to try on dresses, which Maddie was dying to do. Unfortunately, things got busy for everyone this fall and we haven’t seen either of the girls since we asked them! We’re going to pick out dresses after the holidays when life quiets down.

Similarly, we won’t get to see our ring bearers, my cousin Karen’s kids who I get such a kick out of because they talk like adults, until the wedding weekend since they live in New York and are spending the holidays with their dad’s family this year. Marc (6) and Dean (4) had a similar reaction when Karen explained that they were going to be ring bearers again while I was on the phone with her.

“Marc, you’re going to be a ring bearer again.”

“No I’m not.”

“Sure you are.”

Should Gavin and I be concerned that these kiddos aren’t too into this?


Dean and Marc were ring bearers in their uncle’s wedding last summer with another boy. Dean carried the rings, and Marc was told he was the bodyguard. We hear no one was getting near Dean while he had those rings unless they wanted to risk their lives, or ankles.

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