The Redhead and Her Bouquet

When I was in elementary school, I met this girl. She had red hair, an eclectic and rambunctious personality, and always wore dresses. We were so different, she and I. She thought I was quiet as a mouse.

I was six years old and went to piano lessons at her Grandmother's house. Once, I was so afraid of missing notes that I hid under the piano bench. Another time at that same house, I put my shoes up against the fireplace while waiting for my sister to finish her lesson, and the plastic of my shoes melted all up on the glass.

Fast forward a little bit to fourth grade. This Redhead and I thought we were queens of the world, because we went in the morning to Mr. Allen's honor choir, and we were the only ones from South Elementary who would go all the way up to the middle school for Big Kids choir and then race back to hang our backpacks together in rainbow hall before elementary school began.

In middle school, we passed notes during class and went to Nerdfest (book club) together. We told each other all about our crushes and all our wild plans for the future. I still have those notes, and we still have those wild plans.

High school came. We drifted in and out of social circles, and there were some bumps in the road, but we always came back to being friends. We somehow always needed each other. We still sang together--the altos--every year in choir, and sometimes in echoing bathrooms when no one else was around. We went to EFY together and fell "in love" with boys--Scuba Steve, Brian P. Later we laid on her bedroom floor, turned off the lights, blasted music, and cried about boys and life in general.

The day my father passed away, she was there. She sat with me on the hill by the side of the high school when I couldn't really face the world. Maybe we talked a little, maybe we were silent. But she was there by my side.

Years went by, we graduated high school and moved on to different colleges. When I got married, she was there again and I couldn't have been happier.

When she got engaged to Rhett Rodgers, I was so happy for her. But could this man handle the wild redhead I'd known almost all my life? Was he the one for her?

And he is.

Creating the flowers that Kristalyn CS Williams Rodgers held on her wedding day meant so, so much to me. She is, and always will be, an amazing and wonderful friend. This is the part where I stop chattering and put in some pictures.

What was in the mix?

Cool water (lavender) roses, Skyline (yellow) roses, freesia, stock, statice, alstroemeria, buplerum (LOVE this one), pittosporum, hydrangea, and succulents. Adored her unique and tasty chocolate cake.

Forgive me for the phone and point-and-snap pictures, but I loved being part of this day.

Until next time!

Becca