This little lady apparently had a great day today. She asked the boy she likes to dance, he complied, and they had a mutually awkward-turned-friendly conversation. Later he thanked her for the dance and gave her a hug. Imagine the implications when you are 13!
And my poor mother was up burning midnight oil to get this dress made. Being the youngest rather than oldest child has definitely left Rebecca with an unfair deficit of homemade dresses. I'm glad she got this one and I think it turned out nicely.
Moments like this I miss living with or near my family.
