Blur

miss h's Senior year has turned into a blur.

Actually, her whole life has.

The little toddler who tore up all the catalogs

turned into the preschooler who

took the mattress off my bed

and wore my high heels.

Then she began writing in second grade

and turned into a poet.

We'll just skip middle school and high school

things here, because I am thankful

some of those memories

are now a blur.

And we'll show you some real

(not blurry)

pictures from

Senior Prom

And gossip.

(Even though gossip is bad, bad, bad and never has a good outcome- I must share this lesson.)

Because this blog is about lessons.

(Sorry.)

See the purple dress?

The purple dress dumped miss h's date

a couple weeks before the prom.

Two years in a row.

That was a bad decision.

Because she had to come to do the pictures

and go with the group to dinner

without a date.

And miss h had a great time with a good friend.

See what I mean,

lots of lessons.

And I have to share one last lesson.

When he was looking at the pictures of the kids

that I took at the park

before the prom,

he asked me why I took a picture of the

people jogging.

I said look closer,

that's why.

I guess that's what the blur of growing up will do.

It'll give you

Lots of lessons.

Lots.