On Easter Sunday my sister-in-law asked my three-and-a-half year-old daughter, "Will you be the princess in my wedding and drop flower petals?".
Immediately the uber-princess answered with a firm, "I will" and planted a big, wet kiss (her favorite kind to give and least favorite to receive) on her aunt's cheek.
Since then she's talked about it almost non-stop. When I asked her what she would be doing in the wedding she told me, "I am going to drop the flower petals on the ground. And I'm not going to pick them up because Aunt ___ said I can't".
So she's ready. Well, almost. You see, there's that all-important detail called "the flower girl dress". It must be pretty. And pink. And spinny - that's probably the most important feature. There have been tears in our house before over dresses that didn't properly spin. And so we shop. And shop. And shop more because added to her requirements are her mother's requirements that it not cost much more than any special-occasion dress her mother would buy for herself. Which is proving to be a challenge.
That and the constant request for pink. The wedding color is periwinkle. Not pink. A pink flower girl would be cute, but a little off. So the flower girl's mother works on that one too. Ultimately though, the bride will not be disappointed. The uber-princess has been waiting for the day that she would get to be a flower girl like her sisters were for another aunt three years ago. She's seen the pictures and she's up for the thrill. Of course, what outgoing uber-princess isn't?
4/17/07 Update: A dress has been chosen & ordered! The uber-princess chose this one herself because it's "like a fairy tale" (wouldn't you know the dress description actually uses those words). She was very certain that this dress was "the one" (oh my, visions of prom are upon me now! Lord help us). Since spaghettipie requested, here is a link to a photo of the dress.