Growing Up Our Girls

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Pictured above is my middle daughter, Shelby Kathryn, who is just days away from her wedding, and Penny, her littlest flower girl wearing her flower girl dress. Shelby’s colors are ivory and gold and the little flower girl dresses are just so cute, aren’t they?

In traditional European weddings, the bride is surrounded by a bevy of little girls, as opposed to the American wedding, where brides are accompanied by best friends and sisters. An example is pictured below…Kate Moss’ wedding party.

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Shelby Kathryn is going this traditional European route. My 4’11’ Shelby, size 00, will be just a tad taller than her girls.

Penny is adorable, isn’t she? But what made me cry is my daughter with Penny. She’s all grown up. Gone is the little girl who spent hours in the gardens with her Great Dane companion who picked rose petals for a living when she was a toddler. Gone are the days I got to have her and hold her.

Instead, I have a young lady who is as bright as they come and a barracuda in business, and yet, has a heart of gold. She is everything any mother could have wanted for an adult daughter…poised and gracious…careful and smart. Yes, she will fall and I will be there to help her stand up. Yes, she will make mistakes and I won’t be there to say “I told you so.”

If you have a daughter, enjoy her. Embrace all that she is. Each and every daughter is beautiful to her mother, and she should be.

The picture made me cry because I am a mother of a daughter and she is going through one of life’s passages. What made me cry is to see her interaction with Penny and all the little girls Shelby Kathryn has managed to make feel beautiful and loved.

Mostly, this picture reminded me of Shelby’s first stint as a flower girl in my brother’s wedding so many years ago.

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Life is all about these experiences…helping them grow…watching them embrace every moment…and praying they’ve gained enough wisdom along the way to minimize their mistakes.

Speaking of mistakes…Shelby has gone through 8 treatments to get that little wrist tattoo off her wrist. It didn’t work and she regrets having to wear the tattoo in her wedding. Ironically, the tattoo is the biblical “I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine”…she just had it put on for a previous beloved. Oops. At least she tried.

You’ve just gotta love them.

Your friend,

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