I was in a wedding recently, it was a beautiful, fun wedding. The bridesmaids wore shades of misty green. The bride looked like a Grecian goddess. It was amazing.

But the picture I snapped above is one of my favorite moments from the whole weekend. It’s the flower girl, busting a move or two while the adults listened to the wedding planner explain the march down the aisle processes. All the while the flower girl was doing pirouettes, high kicks, windmill arms, and otherwise completely rejoicing in the fact that her skirt twirled. She wasn’t being loud or disruptive. She was just dancing for joy.