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Friday, Sept. 29, 2006 | It’s always nice when someone finds their calling in life and I am happy to report it’s happened to my 3-year-old daughter, Alex.

She was born to be a flower girl.

Oh, I know what you’re thinking. Almost every girl wants to be a flower girl but this is different. It really seems to be a life path that has been chosen for her by some great entity in the sky.

I learned that this weekend when Alex did the flower girl bit for my niece’s wedding.

My daughter has done the flower girl thing before.

In fact, my first column here was how she was a flower girl and I was hoping she’d screw up so that the producers of “America’s Funniest HomeVideos” would donate to her college fund.

She didn’t screw up. In fact, she received rave reviews for that performance, which is why my niece had no problem with handing such an important task to her for this wedding.

And my daughter loves it. She loves wearing the pretty dress. She loves being in front of an audience. She also loves the actual flowers (at least during the ceremony. I don’t know what she did with them afterwards).

She was on such a high, you would have thought it was her wedding. I’m sure some people did.

Alex made a point to bond with the bridesmaids by asking – no, making – them act like butterflies.

Alex also managed to dance in front of a screen right before a slide show of my niece and new nephew-in-law.

She even joined the couple on the dance floor for their first dance but, luckily, my wife let them have their one moment in the spotlight.

It was fun and Alex was cute.

How much fun did she have? Well, the dress is a shambles so I’d say she had a real good time.

It was good practice for when we go up to Seattle next week for my cousin’s wedding. She’s also the flower girl in that wedding.

After that, she may go through withdrawal because nobody I know is planning to tie the knot. Well, I know one couple but they’re smart enough to elope and forgo all the expensive stuff altogether.

That has me feeling melancholy. All good things must come to an end and there is a time in the not-too-distant future when Alex will be too old to be a flower girl and too young to be a bridesmaid.

Frankly, I don’t know what she’ll do because she has too much personality to be the – ugh – “Guestbook Girl,” which, as wedding buffs know, is the thing you assign to the person who is obligated to be in the wedding but not enough to be a bridesmaid.

What will happen if Alex can’t be a flower girl? As my wife points out, “I don’t think she considers a wedding a wedding UNLESS she is the flower girl.”

I’ll bet Alex will feel like an aging athlete, who knows his or her chosen sport better than anyone but just can’t do it on the field anymore.

I hope she won’t try to hang on to her former glory, offering to be a flower woman for really old folks so that her relative maturity will look youthful by comparison.

For now, I will be content to watch Alex in the first bloom of youth, enjoying her talents to the utmost. But when it’s time for her to hang up that flower girl dress for the last time, I will be there as well and try and offer fatherly advice on how she adapt her flower girl skills in some other way.

Maybe as a suitcase girl on “Deal or No Deal.”

David Moye is a La Mesa-based writer who has been an usher, a best man and a musical performer at weddings but, sadly, never got to be the ring bearer. He can be reached at moyemail@cox.net

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