Prom

That's my girl.
At the Country Club.
With a pedicure and glittery sandals.
She even got her hair done at a salon.--You can do that when you find a great dress for $16.00.  Yes new--no thrifting for prom.
Glad her motto is "modest is hottest."  I don't have to worry about the shrug coming off during the night.

Right now as I write this she's at a pool party with boys and girls.  Yikes.  I had to ask whose parents would be there and if she had made sure there would be no alcohol and admonish her that while she was in her suit and wet there was no touching a boyfriend.  Parenting keeps getting harder.  As much as I hate her growing up--I know it beats the alternative.  I want her to enjoy life--be good, but be happy.  I have to keep lengthening the leash.