Dance Recital pictures

I couldn't pick just one... so I made a whole slideshow.

(Two and a half minutes of ballet)

I love my little girls.

Wishing on a star

It's been 15 years of dance recitals.

 Tonight is the final curtain for this ballerina.

She'll be performing her senior solo.
Also,

in the storybook ballet portion of the evening, the dancers will perform Pinocchio.

Our ballerina will be playing the little wooden boy.

We'll be wishing on our favorite star.

(pictures to follow)

Dress Rehearsal shenanigans

motherhood

It's both a daunting responsibility and a glorious opportunity. 

The divine role of motherhood is a gift from God. 

I'm so grateful for this gift.

Music is the universal language

I was sad that my SD card did not make it to the annual POPS concert with my camera.

I knew there were plenty of people there with cameras that would be willing to share a few photos.

I was NOT sad that my only job was to sit still and enjoy the music.

It was wonderful.

 Sweet Mesquite and some of her Senior friends received some nice awards. 

The John Phillips Sousa award was presented to our very own flute/piccolo player.

It recognizes superior musicianship, dependability, loyalty and cooperation.

Quite an honor; quite an outstanding group of friends!

Well look who turned 18!

AND,

the stars were aligned in her favor

 as the WHOLE family was home for the occasion.

 (a new i phone was the gift du jour)

Happy Birthday Mesquite!

From the whole dysfunctional lot of us.

xoxo

We took the family to Mass

Our little friend Olivia was making her first communion, and invited us to be a part of her day. It's always surprising when the whole gang gets invited--we bring the party, if you know what I mean.

The service was nice.

We enjoyed a gathering at Olivia's house after church, and just about doubled the population at the picnic.

 

There was a gaggle of girls who enjoyed hanging out together.

 Thanks Olivia, and congratulations on your special day!

Going to the chapel (a really sweet wedding)

Dub and I drove out to Greenfield, Massachusetts to attend the wedding of two extremely sweet people.

Both the bride and the groom were rubbing their smile muscles by the time we greeted them; partly because it's just protocol for a wedding day--you smile until it hurts.  Also, because they were giddy about making official a loving companionship.

 They met, fell in love, and had so many life experiences in common that they now refer to themselves as two peas in a pod.

 It was a fun celebration.

 Happy Journey together, Phyllis and Bob.