We interrupt regularly scheduled programming to indulge in a picture-post, having finally been able to liberate from their digital prison the pictures from our Tennessee trip, where Bella's flower-girl dreams came true. As I understand it, a couple of people also got married on that day, but you could barely prove it by this mommy's photographs.
We'd barely gotten into Tennessee before Alex and I were both too sick to drive, and had to call in my sister to pinch-hit for us. Meanwhile, Bella demonstrated that us folks from Arkansas literally have class and grace just coming out our noses.The first thing we saw when we finally got to our hotel in Clarksville was this sign. I don't think we ever quite figured out the art of "lingering."Somehow, we managed to get ready and get to the pre-wedding photo session on time and with the flower-girl in costume, every hair in place, and in a great, cooperative mood. She immediately began assessing the situation and looking for weakness she could exploit to her advantage...And obviously hit on something right away. But she wasn't telling.And Mommy got LOTS of keepsake photographs of her baby girl from the outdoor shoot. Oh, and there was a pretty bride, too. This Very Good photo is obviously one of my sister's.
A wedding is often a "hurry up and wait" affair, and I was very pleased and relieved at the little one's patience and quiet attitude. At this point, it had been a couple of hours already, with another left to wait before the ceremony. Look at that posture! That poise! (That handsome cousin!)And when it was time to perform, she went in and did her job impeccably, and took her place among the bridesmaids......where things quickly began to deteriorate. The issue, as I learned while whisking her down the aisle and out into the vestibule, was that she "thought that there would be DANCING," and commenced to get things started along those lines--during the ceremony. I knew trouble was coming when she carefully set down her flower-basket. Do you SEE that look?So this is how we watched the rest of the wedding--on the church's jumbo-tron. Well, it wasn't that huge...a "big-tron?"This exclusion from the remainder of the ceremony did not sit will with Her Highness.But, soon enough, the wedding was done, and the reception was in full swing, and it was party time!Oh, and by the way, this is my Grandmother. I'm not telling her age, but know that I will be 40 years old this year, and realize that this is my Grandmother. Wow.So off we dashed, back home, but not before Bella found her magic wand and turned us all into monkeys for two days.We arrived home safe and sound, but regretting that we never did get a biscuit while we were in Clarksville. Because, for some reason? We really felt like we needed one.Full flickr set here.