I have not told my oldest daughter about this blog. And I'm okay with that. I don't feel like I'm doing anything wrong. Someday when she's much older, she may even appreciate having her whole teenage life written down for the whole world to read. Right?
Moving on.
Homecoming is coming up this week at her H.S., the big football game and ofcourse the dance. She doesn't have a date...phew...
The boy that she was hoping would ask her, apparently says he's "not into dances......." Not sure what that means, except that I guess he's not going. But that isn't stopping her. She's still determined to go.
I love that about her.
When I was in High School I always seemed to be attracted to the boys who weren't into dances either. (that's weird)
So I didn't bother going. I apparently was too cool to admit I really wanted to go. I realize now it wasn't cool, it was scaredy cat.
Anyway, too cool or scaredy cat is not her. If there is fun to be had she will find a way to be a part of it.
I love that about her.
We went to town the other day.
(I love saying "went to town". It's like we're Little House on the Prairie and going into town is a big deal. Which it actually is, considering we live an hour away from the nearest mall.
We stopped at Ross (love Ross) and she found a dress for $11.00! Yes, a dress for a Homecoming dance for $11.00!
I love that about her.
I wish she didn't want to really even go to this dance. I know it's suppose to be fun and all, but I can't help wishing she just wanted to stay home and watch movies with me and have not an ounce of care about boys right now. It's so hard finding that balance of letting her have fun but then protecting her purity.
I know, I know it's just a dance.
But I also know it's hard to take Jesus to a highschool dance and I don't want her to leave Him at the door.
I have to believe she won't. And as she dances the night away that she'll remember how amazing she is and how much Jesus loves her.
I know she will.
I love that about her.
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Ah, but maybe after the dance her first thought will be that she can't wait to get home and tell you all about it.
Maybe you can pop some popcorn and munch it together as she gives you the play-by-play of the evening.
And describes the dresses everyone was wearing.
And hums the tune of her favorite song that was played.
And tells you about how weird some of the guys looked when they were trying to dance.
And smiles as she recalls the moment she realized that although she was there without a date, she wasn't alone. Because the Lover of her soul was her escort.
Not quite a movie, but I bet you'd enjoy it even more. *grin*
I have daughters only too and while my oldest didn't go to her homecoming dance, she did find a really cute homecoming dress at Ross for her Halloween costume for $14.00. Seriously? That place is awesome!
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