Her first homecoming dance. She is going with her girlfriends (yay...she has friends! new girl no more!). We shopped tirelessly (not really--we got pretty tired) over the course of several days for just the right dress and accessories (read here: modest and pretty and not bank-breaking!). She knows what she likes and what she doesn't. The days of mommy picking the special outfit are long gone. She's so grown up.
My little girl. The one who used to wear nothing but a tutu and a diaper as she twirled around performing little shows for daddy.
The big day arrives. I unexpectedly found myself wielding curling irons and hairspray. She wants her straight locks to be curly, and even big girls need help with the back. As I spray and curl, I find myself glad she still needs a little help. She's not too big for that.
Or for dancing with her daddy on the lawn.
In one moment, I glimpse the woman she is becoming and the little girl I knew first.
How I love all she is.