FIONA

If you happen on a field of roses…swaying in the afternoon sun

It is often difficult to discover the individual beauty of each one.

Today I’d like to introduce you to one particular flower that I chose

with a name as beautiful as she is…it’s called the Fiona Rose.

I had the pleasure of officiating our son’s wedding…

which means it was from my lips the ceremony unfurled

but it’s not me I want to talk about…it’s Fiona…the flower girl.

I hadn’t met Fiona at the rehearsal…hadn’t yet felt the glow of her smile….

The first time I happened to see her…she was tossing flowers while dancing down the aisle.

From the moment I saw her step into the aisle…I was mesmerized…spellbound

at the graceful way she tossed her flowers and how their colors painted the ground…

When she reached the end of the aisle…she was as happy as can be….

she stopped her flower tossing and she smiled up at me… 

We shared that smile for a moment…that was actually the first time we would meet…

then she turned around with her basket in hand…and hopped back to her seat.

And I thought how each flower she tossed was unique…

one of nature’s many gems…

each one beautiful in their own way…just like the child tossing them.

Admittedly I may be a little biased…but that moment she smiled up at me…

was the perfect beginning to one of the most beautiful weddings I will ever see.…

For not only was I there to marry Amy and Ryan…

to feel their love…to hear the vows they chose…

but I was also there to see Fiona…

and the beauty of one rose.