One of my earliest memories is standing in our front doorway in California with my mom and Mary, who was about to marry my brother Mike. Mary asked Mom if I would be a flower girl. Without hesitating, Mom said that she didn't think that I was old enough for it. I had no idea what they were talking about, but I did know it was something important and I was now missing out. Perhaps that's why when earlier this year RJ and Mandy asked if Kenzie and Mason could be in their wedding, I didn't hesitate to say "of course!" He is only four...almost five...but it'll be fine, right?

Is this a face you'd trust to be a ring bearer in your wedding? We had the rehearsal today. Mason was hungry and maybe tired, and definitely squirmy. The wedding is in two days. He looks very handsome in his tux. Standing up front today, though, he turned each of his pockets inside out, and rarely stood still. I'm brainstorming potential bribes, as well as ways to threaten his life from a distance (when I'm sitting down and he is out of reach). The good thing is that (1) we have two days to get creative and (2) both RJ and Mandy have good senses of humor.

Kenzie is so ready. She took not only her job, but also her brother's, very seriously. She was upset with him for not fully engaging. Everything about this adventure is thrilling for her - dressing up in a frilly dress, new earrings and a necklace, people sitting still and watching her move, being around a fun set of people that she loves, and getting told how beautiful she looks. If there was a way to make money at it, this would be her new job.

At the dinner she made herself a name tag. You can see that she was very proud of her title. Mine said, "Julie. Mom of FLOWER GIRL" (with no mention of ring bearer).

I guess we have no way of turning back the clock to know if my mom made a good choice in preventing me from being in the wedding. And, other than the chance to forever razz her about it, there was no permanent effect. However. For the Record. I do believe that I would have been much more Kenzie-like than Mason-like, even at a younger age! (Addendum: Mom informed me that I was 2-1/2 years old.)