I've been to a lot of weddings in my life. Depending upon the size of your extended family, you can be a flower girl/ring bearer and then a junior bridesmaid for cousins or older siblings. I was never one of those. For me, weddings started when I was 17 and my high school friends started getting married. Then you head into college and there are a flurry of weddings. It tapered off as my siblings and the few remaining unmarried friends paired off.
We became parents. Carole was a flower girl in my sister's wedding while I was a bridesmaid. We didn't get back into wedding mode until she was in college and the kids who used to hang around the house started finding their true loves.
A wedding is something of a production. Big or small, all the pieces have to fit together for it to come off without a hitch. I would hazard a guess that of all the weddings I've been to, only a handful started on time. It's difficult getting everyone dressed, to the location and in position. At fifteen minutes to one, I was told to go to the church as it was almost time. Shortly after, Carole and her bridesmaids walked from the church buildings to the church.
At 12:55 p.m. on Saturday, May 21st, my mother was walked down the aisle to her seat. Then David's parents were escorted down the aisle. Then I was escorted down the aisle. At precisely 1 p.m., the first bridesmaid, Becky Wolf, entered the church and we began singing a hymn as the processional. Roughly an hour later, we were done and the party part of this celebration could begin.
Beverage: Huckleberry tea