So when Sasha asked to be a bride for her birthday a few months ago, I wasn't at all surprised. A bride party actually sounded fun!
For the past two months I have been busy making plans for a bride party that would live up to the fairy tale Sasha surely has been envisioning. I've been scouring the clearance aisles at all the local stores for end-of-season wedding supplies; I've created invitations (that sadly never were sent via mail due to a faulty printer); I've ordered a wedding cake; I've purchased wedding dresses and a veil; I've made a menu. From establishing a color scheme to creating place cards and goodie boxes to hot gluing ten veils for her "attendants", every detail for a perfect party was examined closely. At times I really did feel like I was planning an actual wedding!
The perfect venue for the day was my dad's backyard. It is beautifully shaded by big trees and there is a stream that bubbles for a romantic atmosphere. Not that I was going for romance. Nope. Not at all. The backyard was simply a gorgeous place to have a bride birthday party.
Thankfully we had picture-perfect weather and all the girls and boys Sasha invited were able to come. With the exception of a handful of family members who weren't able to make it, Sasha was tickled with how everything turned out.
And without further ado, here is my beautiful bride!

I wanted the tables for the kids to look like reception tables. Each place had a wedding plate, a box they would later decorate and fill with their favors, a mesh bride dress with six cookies and cream Hershey Kisses, a mini champagne glass, bells, and bubbles. The girls' chairs had a veil lying on them that they put on when they arrived and the boys' chairs had a top hat. I then sprinkled heart confetti and candy engagement rings all over the tables.








Isn't this gal beautiful?!?




And then they took turns feeding each other the first bites. Yeah, a girl's first love truly is her Daddy. Look at the complete joy on this girl's face. Sigh.

The only mishap of the day (as far as I know) did involve the cake, though. Poor Kristi decided to go for a run in the morning and ended up on crutches with what I believe is a torn ligament. (I could be wrong about that, but I think that's what the injury is.) I pray you heal quickly, Kristi!
Every wedding has to have a bouquet toss, so all the girls -and boys- took turns trying to toss their bouquets into a basket. Their first attempts were done the traditional way: backwards over their shoulders. But after two rounds and zero bouquets in the basket, the kids just started tossing any which way. And as it turned out, the extra confetti I had left in the basket became the focus of the play and they had to be torn away from the little sparklies. I guess a party is a success if you leave with confetti in your hair!

Every year Cory and I give Sasha roses for her birthday. We used to give her a rose for each year: one for her first birthday, two for her second, and so on. But it's way easier to simply buy a dozen roses, so that's what she gets now.
Happy Birthday, Sasha Rose! You make a stunning bride. And I know that on the day you actually do get married, we'll pull out these photos and remember the joy you had as a six-year-old bride. Oh, how the tears will surely flow . . .
