Things in our lives are never spaced out. They happen all at once, all the time. I've grown used to it, and I'm completely okay with the patterns of our busy family. So it came as no surprise that our biggest dance competition of the year also fell on PROM weekend!
My girl is an official high schooler. Yesterday morning, she graduated from 8th grade during a simple ceremony followed by lunch with her family and friends.
Later that evening, she was off to her first formal dance. With a boy. Like a for-real teenage girl.