Flower Girl

When I was six I was a flower girl. I got to wear a simple white dress with a red sash around my waist, and those lacy socks with the ruffle on the top with my white sandals, and my hair was done up all fancy and had babies breath in it. I held one rose and I was so excited that I snapped it in two and had to hold it together so it looked whole while I walked down the aisle. That was unfortunate...
Speaking of weddings... and flowers... Pam and I went to a wedding yesterday that Pam did the flowers for. On Friday all we did was cut flowers, clean flowers... we were up at 6:30 and Pam was making flower arrangements until 3:00 am. I couldn't really help her with that, but stayed up with her for moral support. It was a long day. It had the same feeling as staying up late finishing a major essay.
Anyway. The house was full of flowers. It was quite beautiful, but it made me sneeze.