My soon-to-be husband was standing there at the alter waiting for me to walk down the isle. The wedding was outside, and the wind was blowing pretty stongly. As I approached the carpet I was supposed to walk on, the wind flipped up the corner, tripping me.
I fell forward landing on my flower girl. The flower basket she was carrying flew in the air and landed perfectly on my soon-to-be mother-in-law’s head. The flower girl was fine, but I wasn’t . Seeing the basket on my in-laws head had me laughing so heard, I couldn’t stop.
Anyway, she quickly removed the basket replacing as many flowers in it as possible.
She handed it to Trina, the flower girl. The rest of the wedding went on as planned.
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