Drum Roll Please...

I have so so so much to say, so many pictures to post, so many memories to recall...I wanted to get these pics up today for all of you anxiously awaiting homecoming photos...the pics from my aunt's memorial this weekend will be up tonight. Let's just say it was an action packed weekend for the Ruchus. Saturday morning I took the girls to pick up their flowers and to get their hair done. Ms. Shannon and I tag teamed, since I had to leave to go out of town...thanks Shannon for the driving, the primping, the dress pinning, the waiting up, the late night...I can't thank you enough! Their hair was just beautiful and I want to thank John at Salon 20 for making our girls look as lovely on the outside as they are on the inside...This is the 'after' hair photo...I didn't even try to take the before pictures!! They'd kill me for sure! Next we have a few of the 500 pictures that were taken at Sinissippi Gardens before dinner...How on Earth do you pin this thing on without Stabbing someone??! And these girls...lets just call them BFF's...I love this one of them laughing...That's what it's all about right? And then of course there's this one...you crying yet Sarah? I know, I know...she's just not 10 anymore! And then there's these two...finally at the dance...best friends since 1st grade...two peas in a pod...I'm so grateful for Devin...she has the sweetest spirit, and she always makes me laugh. I'm so happy Stephanie chose such a great BFF...

And then there's these pictures...on a more serious note...I am also grateful that Stephanie has such a sweet boyfriend... and that they had such a wonderful, safe time at homecoming... I love you baby girl!

10 year old poet...

Today I was going through some paperwork and found a poem that my big girl wrote when she was 10. Thought I'd share it complete with her 'own' spelling.

Bio-Poem

Stephanie

Loving
Loyal
Witty

Wishes to become a powerful yet famous dancer,

Dreams her Grandpa Milo was still living,

Wants to have a room of her own.

Who wonders what it would be like to live in Europe.

Who fears guns and wars.

Who is afraid of saying public speaches.

Who likes the song skater boi..

Who believes in God and Jesus.

Who loves dogs and pupies.
Who loves hoursback riding.
Who loves her home and family
Who loves swimming and dancing

Who plans to have a good life.
Who plans to be a great dancer.
Who plans to get exalent grades.

Whose final destination is Heaven.

Somewhere in this poem is the message to her mama that I musta done something right ;)