Social

There is a first time for everything, and this weekend the little lady attended her first winter social, or as she referred to it her "snow furcial".  (Jokingly we noted, that if she attends a private Christian high school like her folks, it might be her first and last.)  With her brother to escort her, and parents to chaperon, she slipped into her finest and sparkliest of outfits to join her classmates in dancing the night away.  Between her curled hair and coordinating formal wear all that was missing was the corsage.

These two know how to have a good time. 

One day this picture will inevitably bring me to tears.

Sloppy seconds. 

The reality of my life, the little lady always pulling me in one direction, and the little man most content in my shadow.

Our tiny dancer spent her evening holding the tulle of her party dress out as she shimmied and swayed to the music, stopping only to change partners and snack on pizza.   

And, speaking of tender moments that evoke tears, our little man dutifully fending off suitors.

She really is a free spirit, our gal.  As I watched her joyful and rhythmic movements, bright smile, and curls bounce I was filled with pride, knowing that this little lady with her booming voice, endless energy, charisma and dynamic personality is ours.