Add in a balloon archway, spinning silks, and the rustle of silver poms... and I just might be over the moon. The gold harvest moon that hung in the sky, proclaining the perfect night for fall, football, and marching band.
I suppose that you can't really know how big a deal "Senior Night" is until it is your turn... your turn to walk your heart across the field. We swung our clasped hands as we giggled across the field, and she sparkled. A sparkle that had nothing to do with the tiara atop her head. Oh, I cannot believe that senior year is here... and yet I am so ready to celebrate her and all that is coming her way.
Shine on sweet girl... we are so amazed at the young woman you are, heart and soul.