Dear Laney,
To help us wrangle you and your brother, Peg Peg and Tex flew up from Florida and stayed at the hotel with us. Safe to say you and Hagen were happy to see them.
On our first day in Annapolis, we spent some time walking around the beautiful historic downtown...
...but our primary reason for being there was for you to serve as the flower girl at our friend Clayton's wedding. For a few weeks, I'd been talking to you about what a special person a flower girl is, and how much fun it would be to sprinkle your flowers for "the bride princess."
At the rehearsal, however, things went a little off the rails, because you wanted real practice flowers - none of this "pretending" crap - and you felt you were being rushed through your flower girl dance. That there was a dance at all was news to me. I was kinda looking forward to seeing it, but the wedding coordinator at the Naval Academy chapel has all the warmth and charisma of the average member of the Gestapo, so it wasn't meant to be.
This is Peg Peg, consoling you that tomorrow, you'd get real flowers:
And this is the look on Peg Peg's face when the Navy Chaplain suggested that it might be a good idea "if the wedding party wasn't drunk at the ceremony":
I can only assume he wasn't directing that toward the flower girl, but we decided to keep you sober, just in case.
Love,
Mom
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