Friday night was our high school homecoming, and my baby sister was a queen candidate.
As I watched my handsome dad walk out my beautiful sister, I was surprised to find tears dripping out of my eyes, and my lip quivering. Yes. I cried. Yes. At a high school homecoming. Sometimes being a girl just stinks. I found myself almost unable to take pictures, and was disappointed later with the quality of some of the ones I took due to the fact I couldn't see and was just pushing the button and hoping for the best.
My tears were for many reasons.
My dad was so excited, looked so handsome, and was absolutely determined to get that girl to half court with out any help. And that is exactly what that guy did. My sister is a senior, and we never in a million years thought he'd be here for this. We had hoped and prayed like crazy, but some days and after some very long nights, it seemed so far out of reach.
She may not have won homecoming queen, but I don't think any of us will forget this night.
A smiley face pretty much sums the evening up.