So the girl in charge graduated from high school last weekend.
I feel old. I ask you -- does this look like the face of someone who is ready to step out into the wide world?
No? OK -- how about this?
I know, right?
[ The festive bow was after the fact, and I say -- too bad. ]
While the mortarboard hat does make a definite statement, I think the bow shows way more fashion flair. Call me crazy.
We partied it up for our girl, with balloons and party platters, and grandparents and aunts and godparents.
My friend Saskia made this beautiful cake, which tasted even better than it looked, and strictly followed the girl in charge's instructions: chocolate, with a side of chocolate, filled with chocolate and frosted with chocolate. Please.
So, yeah! My girl in charge is already making her lists and organizing her minions as she prepares to leave for Emory University in the fall, but we're not going to talk about that because I can only absorb so many of these moments when my life swings on a hinge and everything changes. I don't really understand how parents make it through life without sobbing every day.
But we do.