I was not quite four when I was the flower girl in my aunt's wedding. Apparently when the priest said "Let us pray", I launched into "Now I lay me down to sleep". Fortunately she and my uncle have a good sense of humor . . .
Twenty-one years later, I asked her to read the Psalm when my husband and I were married, so she had an opportunity for payback
which she mercifully did not utilize.
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