Lindsey's friend, Sam, invited her to their high school homecoming dance this year. It's tonight. This was her first time to get a corsage from and give a boutonnière to a date.
Lindsey was hoping that Sam got her one for her wrist instead of to pin on her dress, and he did.
"Mom, why are you making me pose to show my corsage? I feel silly."
Here they are, just before heading first to the stake youth conference committee meeting, then on to homecoming. Such faithful and responsible kids, aren't they?
I did her hair and make-up and Lindsey picked out the dress.
Lindsey said that she and Sam laugh a lot together. They go to the same high school, but are in different wards at church. Sam is in ROTC and he has already asked Lindsey to the military ball in the spring. He's a senior and she's a junior.
I considered myself to be a decent cook and baker. However, candy making had been unchartered territory until I recently cracked the code of a favorite—chewy Texas Pecan Pralines. This culinary epiphany came only days before I left my home sweet home in Austin, Texas, to return to CU Boulder after an epic hiatus to wrap up my bachelor’s degree in journalism. When I was a little girl, I remember tasting heavenly, creamy homemade pralines, bursting with pecans, handcrafted with love by my mom. She only whipped them up a few times, but I just couldn’t get the memory of those buttery, sugary treats out of my head. They were that good. I asked her if she still had the recipe, but I knew it would be hopeless since my mom wasn’t one for keeping track of her down-home style cooking. I married my college sweetheart, a guy with the same first name as me, and began teaching myself to cook. Becoming “Kelly Times Two” was amazing, and I had ...
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I hope they had a good time. It is nice that she feels comfortable with him and they laugh a lot, so cute.