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.
Here's a cute little picture of me in kindergarten, 1968. All my life, I've never forgotten this shot below in first grade (1969) when the photog asked me to say "peaches" and he snapped the shot at the "ch" sound. If you're trying to get a kid to smile, don't tell them to say peaches. It's scarred me for life. Mom, what the heck happened to my hair? Did I fix it myself? After all, I was in second grade and very capable. My grandma crocheted that groovy vest for me, but who is responsible for the hack job on my hair? Hello, 1970! Who knows where my third grade picture is. We moved so often, changing schools, that I might have missed picture day. Next is my fourth grade mug shot. I must have sworn off bangs by then. Thank goodness for those plastic barrettes to deal with the in-between length. Notice how every year I wore green? Yeah, it's been my favorite color for as long as I can remember. I don't have an actual school pic of me in f...
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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.