Alas, that was not to be the case. The youngest two girls came down with some pre-wedding jitters and adamantly refused to walk down the aisle. I was in the back of the church watching them both cry, their patient mothers trying to coax them into following their older cousin into the sanctuary. Nothing worked and niece Holly made the trek solo, without her two young accomplices. Sweet Holly did a great job, walked and stood where she'd practiced, and was quiet and cute during the whole thing.
I recalled that bit of our wedding story recently because sis-in-law Angela saved her girls' two blue dresses for all these years and recently gifted them to Lana. I was nearly moved to tears of sentimentality at the thought of my sweet girl wearing the same blue frock her sweet girls wore all these years ago.