Savanna was one year old when we moved to Jefferson, to the only residence she has ever really known. Savanna has watched in envy as Claire has had the chance to attend parties, dances, stay up late, and do all the "big girl" things an older sibling gets to do. (Being the oldest in a SLEW of siblings, I have always relished in this type of envy, personally.) Finally, however, her time has come. Savanna and Ben attended their first Daddy-Daughter Dance last night.
Keep in mind, that we have recently been to David's Bridal to pick up a bridesmaid dress for myself. It took a LOT of talking to convince Savanna that it wasn't the kind of store where you could just try anything on. She and Claire were in a state of bliss amongst all the sequins and rhinestones. (Side note: To the Prom Dress, you've come a long way, baby!) At one point she says to me, "Mommmy, one day when I am gonna get married, can we come here so I can try on a wedding dress?" I respond, "Sure, baby." In my head I respond by begging her to never grow up and making promises to really, really, like the Wiggles this time around....
The point is: Savanna went into this dance knowing what was out there on the fancy dance dress market.
Her thoughts on what to wear included me totally remaking my own prom dress into one for her and for obvious time and sentimental reasons I refused this idea. So here at the house, we searched and tried on and fought until we found a beautiful, perfect dress. A flower girl dress Claire wore in Ryan and Stephanie's wedding. Yes, a "wedding" dress. Which had to be accompanied with the perfectly polished nails and makeup and hair. Hair. According to Savanna it just HAD to be done like the picture of Taylor Swift she saw "that one time in that one magazine." So Savanna rocked the side ponytail.
Yes, you read that correctly.
Well, Ben rings the doorbell to escort his date to the car and as they drive off I just about drown myself in tears once again screaming in my head that it is too soon, remembering how many times she has asked me when it would be her turn to go with Daddy to the dance.
So Time, I have decided to disregard you. I may be almost 37 years old but I don't really feel that age unless I make up my bed on a school morning or do yard work. So go ahead with your ability to make me sob as my girls grow up and get their drivers license, go to college, get married. I am still gonna jump on trampolines, play music too loud, color in coloring books, and dance to High School Musical dvds in an effort to prove to them that even though they may do "big girl" things, they don't ever really need to grow up.
2 comments:
Awwwww....I loved reading this. So sweet. Love ya.
Madison was there too! Her outfit was almost identical to hers! lol...
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