For my prom, after a mad dash to find some sort of wrap to fight the cold brought on by an impending snowstorm (it’s Colorado, what do you expect in April?), I had about twenty minutes to do my hair, get dressed and get out the door.

I always felt a little proud that I was able to get ready for prom in such a short amount of time. Then I saw Elise do the exact same thing and decided it must be genetics.

Elise went to her junior prom a few weekends ago and not only did she look gorgeous, she really was able to do so in a pretty effortless way. I met up with her to help with her hair and get her all ready, envisioning this whole process as I drove over….and pretty quickly had that vision smashed to pieces when she came in, took charge, threw her hair up into a style entirely with her own two hands and called it good while I stood there going, “Yep, looks good. Just, you know, give a signal if you need me.”

She’s pretty stoked, can’t you tell?

Parent paparazzi.

She’s very, very tall. How’s-the-weather-up-there tall.

I get this face a lot.

Love you, kiddo.