My sweet peach and the little bird in front of my hometown church, St. Mary's, for my cousin's wedding. It seems my family has a wedding every summer. This event was meaningful for many reasons not the least of which was the miracle of my middle child allowing me to do her hair. If you don't know her, you wouldn't know that I constantly worry the child is going to get carple tunnel from holding her hair out of her face all day. She barely tolerates a tiny barrette in her hair much less this elaborate hair job. Honestly, you could hardly recognize her. I talked her into it by calling this "do" princess hair! She walked around all day staring at herself in mirrors and grinning from ear to ear. "Momma, I'm a pwetty pwincess!" Yes, you sure are!
These large family get togethers are much harder for my oldest child, who has turned out to be the shy quiet one that tends to get overwhelmed by large crowds of strange adults. She tends to melt into my side and you pretty much hardly hear a peep out of her.
I tend to catch her wandering off by herself. . .
Although, no one can pass up a great ride on the golf cart. From right to left, that's my youngest cousin, my cousin Becky's oldest we'll call "Honey", my sweet peach, and the little bird.
The sweet peach turned out to be a true party girl. She would have stayed out there all night. There she is doing the electric slide. Mommy and Daddy bowed out on this one claiming dance moves ignorance. Her response was "That's okay I'll figure it out myself." And she did!