My aunt was getting married. At first I hadn’t been too overjoyed about that fact. I was afraid she might change. Yet as I grew used to the idea and saw everyone else’s enthusiasm, I started getting bit by the excitement bug! After all, I really liked John, the man she was marrying. He was one of those awesome types of adults, like my aunt, who loved us kids! My cousins were super excited to have him join the family because, as one of my cousins reasoned, once he became part of our family we could play all the tricks on him we wanted and it wouldn’t matter cause he was family!
I was mostly excited about the actual wedding. I watched cheerfully as my grandma, Aunt Rose, and her four sisters bustled about in flurry of busy, merry days. Satin, silks, colors, flowers, food, and all sorts of delicacies were looked over and picked out! Plans were made and remade and Aunt Rose stood a laughing, happy centerpiece within it all! We kept busy for three, quickly-passing months yet Aunt Rose always found time to stop and take me out to do something fun.
Two months before the wedding, Aunt Rose and I decided we needed a break from the active preparations and both wanted a walk. So we piled into her little car and treked to town to get some groceries and two mini buckets of half-baked Ben and Jerry’s ice cream
We dressed up in our favorite park clothes. (Aunt said we have to wear clothes so we might as well have favorite clothes for every occasion! So she had favorite clothes for going to shopping, cleaning, relaxing, etc.) She always wore jeans, a purple shirt, and a jean jacket to the park! And she loved to add fuzzy, brown boots to her attire.
We found that Walmart was a mostly empty store in the afternoon. As soon as all our other groceries were searched out, we stalked the ice cream isle for our snacks. Then, the delicious treats melting in our hands, Aunt Rose drove us to the park.
“Well,” She chirped as she opened her silver car door and slipped out. “It’s nice and hot out! Perfect for ice cream.”
I giggled as I jumped out of the car, my white converse tapped onto the hard pavement.
“We better eat fast!” Aunt Rose exclaimed. “Come one,” She wrapped an arm around my shoulder, the elegant bracelets on her wrist tinkling in chorus with the singing birds. “Let’s see how many flowers we can find today.”
I nodded in agreement as I pulled open the lid of my ice cream and tossed it in an awaiting trash can. Sun light sparkled on the scattered, green trees. People and their dogs wove in and out of the man-made forest listening to bird calls and the peace of the park. And an enormous, spring sky rose above us, yet we only caught glimpses of it as we strolled through the trees on the winding path.
“There’s a rose!” My aunt pointed out.
“And here are daisies!” I motioned to a colorful clump of dancing buds.
“Mmm!” Aunt Rose nodded while savoring a bite of ice cream. “Oh!” She gasped all at once, trying to exclaim over her mouthful of sweets. “Wook! . . . Wook! Mawigolds!”
“You mean Marigolds!” I exclaimed as the sun-like flowers nodded their heads in laughter.
“Yes!” Rose swallowed her ice cream. “Marigolds!”
“What flowers are you using in your wedding?” I wondered as the breeze buzzed through, ruffling the lace on my dainty, pink skirt.
“Oh . . . .” Aunt Rose took the time to swallow another bite as she considered the answer. “Roses. Definitely.”
“Mhhm.” I nodded.
“So,” Aunt Rose turned to me. “speaking of my wedding, I have something I want to ask you.”
“Ok.” I looked up at my aunt.
“I need a flower girl.” She explained. “And I was hoping . . . that you would want to be mine!”
“Really! Be your flower girl!? Really!” I cheered, almost forgetting my ice cream in delight! “I’ve always wanted to be a flower girl. Especially yours!”
“Oh good!” She pulled me into a hug and winked. “We’ve only talked about our love for flowers, pretty dresses, and being flower girls like a million times!”
I chuckled. “I can’t wait!!”
“Me either.” Aunt Rose’s eyes got the dreamy look she’d been having lately. I didn’t get it. I thought John was going to be a great uncle, but the only thing that made me feel dreamy was half-baked ice cream and apple pie.
“And, ” Aunt Rose was still talking. “when we finish this ice cream, we are going shopping for your dress.”
“Oh!” My eyes widened. “Will it be purple?”
“Of course! It has to be our favorite color!” Aunt Rose nodded.
“Yes!” I squealed, barely noticing a patch of sunflowers that were just starting to grow. “So that’s why we came today?” I added after noting the flowers.
“Partly.” She agreed. “But also ’cause I love being with my favorite niece!”
I smiled up at my aunt, suddenly even more excited for the wedding. I was going to be the flower girl! Right then I determined that, with my help, Aunt Rose’s wedding was going to be the best wedding ever!
To be continued!