Oh, those bows!

From the minute Michael and Kristin were engaged, my little girls have been merrily planning for their Flower Girl Day. Oblivious to anything but the happily-ever-after theme of a wedding, they have loved every minute of the last year. 

Very late in our wedding planning, I recognized that I had no plan for their hair. Karoline's hair is very curly. Katie's is heavy and straight. Sarah's is fine and straight . Kristin thought "half up" and curly. We practiced curling the straight hair for a week, trying this method and that until everyone was satisfied. Then it dawned on me that I didn't have bows to go with the dresses.

It was moments before Christmas and the girls suggested I ask "Elle's mom" about her bows. Elle is in Karoline's ballet class. With that, Elle's mom became a part of our handmade wedding. Despite a lack of local ivory ribbon-and-no time to order-and-a classroom full of kindergartners learning a whole bunch of new security things the week before break-and-the fact that she had to get her own family on the road for Christmas in order to get ahead of a blizzard {whew!}, she delivered these beauties to my doorstep, late one night on her way out of town.

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Thank you for your kind words and prayers yesterday. I think I hit rock-bottom around three yesterday afternoon. I'm pretty sure I sent Ginny a couple of desperate emails. In addition to her warm words, she also helped me find these pictures. Pictures have a way of telling a deeper story, a side story, sometimes sharpening a memory and sometimes offering a unique hope for the future.

And sometimes, the perfect picture, from the perspective of a friend, is just the perfect, perfect laugh. 

(Karoline's bow probably had the most fun;-)

I slept a solid eight hours last night for the first time since Thanksgiving. Hope is definitely on the rise!

All photos are Ginny's.