the last dance

Kara had mixed emotions about her Senior Prom.  She was so so excited, but she was also sad, because this was her very last High School Dance.  As her friend Lindsey so eloquently put it, "Kara, do you realize this is the last time we will feel this pretty until our wedding day?"  Putting that nice thought aside, Kara pretty much had it all that night.

For example:

She had a stylist.

I kept calling Sarah Cinna.  She told me that she would kill me if I put this picture of her on the blog.  Well, Cinna, you know where to find me.

She had a prep team.

We were mostly there to adjust and to watch and to visit and to ooh and ahh.

Cinna and Kara really did most of the work.

She had admirers.

They thought they had died and gone to princess heaven (they kept calling her Belle).

I'm pretty sure they won't be quite so excited for the years of Tuxes that are in their futures with 3 brothers next in line.

She had to wait.

A certain someone left the corsage at home and had to turn around and go get it.

She had a doting date.

Silas, ever the gentleman.
 So respectful, so polite, so fun.

She had pictures. 

Tons of them. 

 (You might actually think this was her wedding)

She had the whole night ahead of her.

And she had the time of her life.

It was the perfect way to end, this, her last night of beauty.
Until her wedding day, which better be a couple of years away, at least!