As I was approaching my late 20’s and “still single” as my
father lovingly put it, my then 18 year old cousin said, “Don’t worry Becky, you
can be the Flower Girl at my wedding.” Fast forward 7 years. My cousin got married and I was her Flower Girl. I had skills for sure. No nose
picking for me! Check out how cute my Ring Bearer is!
The only dark spot came up once was when my daughter asked
why she wasn’t the Flower Girl. I told her, “You’ve already been a Flower Girl,
it’s Mommy’s turn.”
