Our church hosted a Daddy Daughter dance tonight. For fun, Hubby and Curly dressed to the nines. He wore his tux; she wore her fluffy Easter dress and I curled her hair and made a corsage and boutonniere from flowers purchased from the grocery store.
In spite of her usual tomboyish demeanor, Curly was thrilled to dress up and be escorted to a dance. Although she doesn't care about princesses, she seemed to feel very feminine tonight, and she glowed when her Daddy told her how beautiful she looked.