Wildflowers instead of florist arrangements, which was Pamela’s idea and which was a good one.
Hannah picked her dress out of a catalog in October and talked about it until April.
Pale blue, with a satin ribbon at the waist.
She was going to walk in front of the bride with a white basket and scatter petals, and she was extremely worried about the pace.
“What if I go too fast, Dad?”
“You won’t.”
“But what if I do.
What if I run out of petals before I get there.”
We practiced it in the hallway of our house eleven times, and I am not exaggerating that number, because I counted the last four out loud to make her laugh.
On the morning of the wedding, Pamela came into the room where Hannah was getting ready, put both hands on her shoulders, looked at her in the mirror, and said, “You look like a princess.”
I was standing in the doorway.
I saw it happen.
