A Moment to Cherish

This past weekend was my daughter's senior year JROTC Military Ball.  She had been looking forward to this day for a long time.  It is her fourth year in the JROTC program at her high school.  Parents are invited to the ball every year, but we have opted to not go, until this year. 

As any woman knows (consider this a fair warning to all Dad's out there), a ball is all about the dress.  It has to be perfect and unique.  Dress shopping can last for weeks.  The original plans for a flapper style dress were scrapped at Christmas time.  My daughter went to the fabric store with Grandma and they found the perfect pattern and fabric.  The pattern would be slightly modified and a couple extra details added.  Unique, remember?

The three day weekend in January was spent making this dress.  I twitted pictures at the different stages of progress hashtagged as #operationballgown.  Talk about a marathon weekend!  Saturday morning it began with the laying out of the pattern and cutting the fabric, and finished Monday afternoon with the zipper.  It was insane.  Some of the fabric was glittery.  To this day, I have glitter everywhere.  EVERYWHERE!! I've heard glitter referred to as the herpes of the craft world.. I can believe it.  It was worth it though.  She got so many compliments on her dress.

Fast forward to this past weekend.  After a day of emotional ups and downs it was time for the ball.  We all arrived just in time for the dinner bell to ring.  The meal was good and the speaker was even better.  The traditions were great.  I had heard about the grog bowl over the years, but after seeing it I'd have to say it is something you have to watch to fully understand.  Not something for the weak stomached.

All in all in was a good night.  We ate.  We danced.  We laughed. 

However, the best moment for me was this: 

 

 

There is just something about a Daddy Daughter moment...