My daughter Ava is six. She was born with spina bifida, and she has used a wheelchair since she was two.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her chair is bright pink. She chose the colour herself. She has stickers on the wheels and a little bell on the armrest that she rings at the dog.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eight months ago, my younger sister Brooke got engaged to a man named Ryan. And at Sunday lunch, Brooke knelt down in front of Ava\u2019s chair and asked her to be the flower girl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have never seen my daughter so happy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For eight months she practised. Every evening, she rolled up and down our hallway with a basket on her lap, throwing torn-up pieces of pink paper, counting her pushes so she\u2019d go at exactly the right speed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMommy, am I going too fast?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019re perfect, baby.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We bought the dress. White, with a little pink sash to match her chair. We tied ribbons to her wheels. She wore the dress around the house so many times I had to have it cleaned twice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eight days before the wedding, Brooke called me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSo, I need to talk to you about Ava.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her voice was strange. Too casual.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe photographer and the planner walked the venue yesterday. The aisle is grass. And honestly\u2026 they both think the wheelchair is going to break up the look of the photos. The whole aesthetic is very natural, very soft. It\u2019s just going to stand out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I didn\u2019t understand at first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat are you saying?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m saying I think it\u2019s better if Ava sits in the front row with you. She can still wear the dress.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBrooke. She\u2019s been practising for eight months.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI know. And I feel bad. But it\u2019s my wedding. I\u2019ve waited my whole life for these photos. I just want one day where everything looks perfect.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I hung up before I said something I could never take back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I called our mother. I was sure she\u2019d fix it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mom sighed. \u201cIt\u2019s her day, honey. Don\u2019t make a scene. Ava\u2019s little. She\u2019ll forget.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ava did not forget.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I told her that night, as gently as I could. She went very quiet. Then she asked one question.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIs it because of my chair?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I couldn\u2019t lie to her. I\u2019ve never lied to her about her chair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She cried for an hour. Then she wiped her face and asked if she could still bring her basket. \u201cJust to hold it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On the wedding day, we sat in the front row. Ava in her white dress and pink sash, her basket of petals on her lap, ribbons on her wheels that I didn\u2019t have the heart to cut off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The music started. The bridesmaids walked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then there was the pause. The gap in the music where a flower girl was supposed to go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nobody walked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ava looked down at her basket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ryan was standing at the altar. He frowned. He looked down the empty aisle. Then he looked at the front row. At Ava. At her basket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And then the groom stepped off the altar and started walking straight toward us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ryan crouched down in front of Ava\u2019s chair, in his navy suit, in front of a hundred and twenty guests.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHey, Ava. Aren\u2019t you our flower girl?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ava looked at me. Then at him. And she said, in her clear little voice that carries everywhere:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAunt Brooke said my chair would ruin the pictures.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The guests in the first few rows heard it. I watched it travel back through the crowd, row by row.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ryan\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He hadn\u2019t known.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brooke had told him, the week before, that Ava had gotten nervous and didn\u2019t want to do it anymore. He\u2019d been disappointed. He\u2019d even bought her a little bracelet to cheer her up. It was in his pocket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What Brooke didn\u2019t know, or didn\u2019t think about, was Ryan\u2019s brother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Danny was in a car accident at fourteen. He has used a wheelchair for nineteen years. He was sitting in the third row, and he was Ryan\u2019s best man in every way except standing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ryan stood up. He looked up the aisle at Brooke for a long moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then he looked back at Ava.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell, I think your chair looks amazing. And I don\u2019t want a single picture today without you in it. Want to go together?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ava\u2019s whole face lit up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ryan went around behind her chair. Danny, from the third row, said loudly, \u201cWatch her speed, she counts her pushes,\u201d and half the guests laughed through their tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And Ryan pushed my daughter down that grass aisle while she threw her petals left and right, exactly the way she\u2019d practised for eight months.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Every single guest stood up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The photographer, the same one who apparently thought the chair would break the aesthetic, practically ran backwards in front of them to get the shot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the altar, Ryan parked Ava right beside where Brooke stood. Then he took the little bracelet out of his pocket and fastened it on her wrist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brooke didn\u2019t say a word. Her face was red under all the makeup.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ryan took her hands. Before the officiant could begin, he said, quietly, but loud enough for the front rows:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll talk later. But she\u2019s in every photo. All of them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They did get married. I\u2019m not going to pretend the day fell apart. It didn\u2019t. But it wasn\u2019t the day Brooke had planned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Our mother didn\u2019t look at me through the whole reception. Later, by the cake, she said, \u201cI should have said no to her.\u201d That\u2019s the closest thing to an apology I\u2019ve ever had from her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brooke came to my house three weeks after the honeymoon. Alone. She sat on the floor of Ava\u2019s room and said sorry to her. Not to me. To Ava. That mattered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ava forgave her in about four seconds, because she\u2019s six.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m taking a little longer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The wedding album came in the spring. The first photo, before the vows, before the kiss, is a little girl in a pink wheelchair, throwing petals, with a man in a navy suit pushing her and grinning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ryan had a print of it made for us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s on our hallway wall. Right at the spot where she used to practise.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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