Flower Girls - check.

Kate is the youngest cousin on my mom's side of the family. She's about fifteen years younger than the rest of us, so she misses out on a lot of things, but she's spoiled rotten by us. We just adore and love her. So she will be around eleven years old by the time my wedding rolls around, which is great.

I asked her to be my flower-girl at the Pilgrimage at St. Laurent. She got really excited and asked if she could ask her mom. Her mom (my aunt) already knew, so of course said yes, and Kate then immediately went to try on her poofy princess dress and tiara. That's my kind of girl.

Cheyenne is the daughter of my cousin and I watched her grow up. She's so quiet until she decided that she likes you, then bam - she won't shut up. She's also be around eleven years old by the time I get married.

I gave her a card, and she read it and promptly grilled me: "You're getting married? When? Who you getting married to?" Then she said yes, with this huge grin on her face. She wanted to sit beside me and play with my jewelry then, and she's super excited.

Quinn is Allen's niece. She's from up North, a real rez-girl who likes animals, is always running around outside, and just adores her Uncle Allen. She's so cute. She'll be around eight (?) by the time my wedding rolls around.

Allen actually asked his brother to ask Quinn, as we live in Vancouver and she doesn't. She was pumped. Excited. Pretty dress time! Yay.

Eeee. I love my flower-girls.