I've been dreaming of this day all my life!  Today I get to wear a beautiful princess white dress and walk down the aisle with my cousin Robby while my whole family watches! 

My name is Lauren, and I'm four years old.  I am the Flower Girl in my Aunt's wedding.  It's so exciting!  Yesterday, we all went to the salon to have our nails done.  I chose "Passion Pink" because that's my favorite color.  I wanted to get sparkles too, but my Mom said that would be 'too gaudy' for a wedding.  This is my practice because someday I will get to be the Bride.  My Aunt is all happy and stuff because she is the real Bride and she picked a handsome Groom.  Our whole family is staying in a beach house on the Outer Banks of North Carolina that looks like a castle.  My Mom calls it a cottage, but I think cottages are more like the ones in Snow White, little houses with little chairs with hearts carved in them, and flower gardens leading to the front door.  Our 'cottage' has eight bedrooms and two kitchens and a swimming pool and game room with a big screen television that is like a movie theater.  My cousins and I have already gotten in trouble for getting stuck in the elevator but we couldn't resist.  Who has an elevator in their castle these days?

Anyway, the wedding is later today and we're all getting our hair done this morning by a 'stylist' who is coming to the cottage.  I get to have flowers in my hair, which is good because I've always wanted to have flowers in my hair.  Once, my cousin Robby put grass in my hair and yesterday I got seaweed stuck in my hair when I tumbled under the waves at the beach.  This will be so much better!

Robby is the Ring Bearer today.  He's supposed to carry a pillow with the wedding rings in a little pouch and hold my hand while we walk down the aisle, but he's "irresponsible" so the real rings have to be in my Uncle Dale's pocket.  Robby just gets to have the plastic rings from the Dollar Store, but that's okay because I already told him that I want to wear one on my ring finger and he said he could care less.  Robby is five.  He's older, but he's not smarter than me because he has no idea this is the most wonderful day of our lives. 

My dress is white, just like the Brides, exactly.  I'm the only one who gets to wear white....everyone else has to wear lime green, which is fine with me.  I've never liked lime green.  Whenever someone gives me a popsicle that is lime green I say "No Thank You". 

My shoes are white patent leather and I have white socks with lace on the top.  I wanted to wear panty hose but when I put them on  they itched a little bit.  My Aunt is not wearing panty hose because she said she wants to be barefoot and feel the sand in her toes when she says her vows on the beach.  I would like to feel sand on my toes too so I'm going to take my socks off after the ceremony.  I do want to look my best for the pictures.

It's almost time and Robby is in his tuxedo now.  He didn't even say anything about how beautiful I look.  My Mom says it's because he's a boy.  I'm glad I'm not a boy because they are clueless.  I have my basket of pink rose petals and I will be the first person to walk down the boardwalk aisle to the beach.  There are thousands and thousands of people gathered outside to watch me and my Aunt.  Robby already misplaced his ring pillow and his Mom is trying to find it.  Boys.

The music is starting.  Robby found his pillow and is supposed to hold my hand, but I don't want him to because then I won't be able to drop the petals so I just march ahead of him.  Step, pause, step, pause.....step, pause.  Everyone is smiling and taking pictures.  I smile back and hope they notice I have lip gloss on.  Step, pause.  Robby races past me and jumps onto the steps leading to the Preacher and does a stupid ninja kick saying "Hi Ya!"  Everyone laughs.  This used to be the best day of my life.

When I get married, I will not invite any boys.




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