Senior year feels like culminating celebration of happily ever after.
I've taken senior portraits of other kids but nothing compares to looking at my own.
Wondering how she grew up so fast.
All that past flown by.
Beauty inside and out.
All that future ahead.
Newel said, "Why can't she just have hair bows like she used to?"
Then I told him not to worry because she left for school as a dwarf.
(thanks for the pics girls)
And happily ever after takes all forms.