Two flower girls, one dress

Hubby’s cousin got married Saturday. The flower girl, Ella, wore the dress our flower girl, Heidi, wore 14 years ago. My mother, a fabulous seamstress, made that dress and I know she would have been delighted to see it used again.

Ella in the recessional.

Heidi, now a college freshman, has grown rather too large to wear the dress.

Nicholas, our ringbearer, and Heidi, our flower girl, in the processional.

It’s hard to believe that our ring bearer is now in the Navy and our flower girl is now in college.

Watching Ella wear that dress was bittersweet. The last vocal music selection Saturday was “Holes in the Floor of Heaven”. I cried throughout the entire song. I could just picture my mother looking down at the wedding and feeling pleased that her creation was being reused. How I wish I could have told her in person and shared her delight. But that will have to wait until I, too, am on the other side.

Mother and I on my wedding day. Not only did she make my dress, an absolute masterpiece, but she also made flower girl’s, bridesmaids’ and candlelighters’ dresses.