We drove all the way to Utah to find a dress. Aunt Lydia was the fashion assistant. I was so grateful to have her with us. Elle and I spell disaster when we're shopping partners. Yikes!
Okay, it happened to be Navarre's wedding, and we looked for a modest dress while we were there. It was great killing two birds with one stone.
When she saw this dress....it was all she wrote. She was absolutely gorgeous. Not that I was a proud parent or anything.
Her date, Dace Taylor, was the perfect gentleman. Being handsome was an added bonus.
I hosted the dinner prior to the dance. It was fun to serve deeelicious strawberry shakes in fancy glasses topped with fabulous fresh strawberries.
Dad's devouring the left over Oreo ice cream cake-tooo fun!
