Remember Those Days?

Yesterday, I did Homecoming dance makeup for the daughter of a co-worker, and my friend Sue did her hair. Although I felt awful about leaving my very sick little baby for awhile, it was fun. This was her first formal dance with her first real boyfriend, and she was so cute. She was so giddy and silly that I had to keep reminding her to hold still while I was applying makeup. She just could not stop smiling, and although I was jokingly yelling at her, I couldn't stop smiling either. When I do bridal makeup, I never get to see the finished product. Sometimes I get to see the hair done, but obviously, I never get to see the whole package. This was great because I got to see her put on the dress, and I stayed to see her date arrive.
Her three younger sisters all sat in the background and teased her, while asking about all the makeup I was using (they were really fascinated by the purple Smashbox primer!). I let her borrow the Bobbi Brown lipstick that I used, telling her to remember to reapply after dinner and before pictures! Sue made her blush by telling her that she needed to reapply if it got smooched off, too. That first kiss hasn't happened yet, or at least, it hadn't yesterday afternoon! It made me think about that first kiss, though. I was a relatively late bloomer (by today's standards!) and got my first kiss freshman year. I went on a date with an older boy, and we went to Fazoli's, and then to the movies. After ward, we kissed twice in my driveway, before he made the joke that he should let me go inside before my dad came outside. That was my only date with him, as I learned shortly thereafter that he was making the rounds of freshman girls. I was bitter for a little while, but mostly, I was happy that I finally knew what that kissing thing was all about--though I'll admit that I never REALLY got kissing until the first time I kissed Shane. Now THAT was a first kiss to remember! What about your first kiss? I'm a hopeless romantic who wants details!

I forgot about those giddy times, getting ready for a dance, of hopes of a first kiss and a special slow dance. I forgot what it felt like to be all done up and slip into a beautiful dress, feeling like, for the first time, those awkward pre-teen days were behind you and you might just be beautiful. And oh, let me tell you, she was.

We were working hard!

This is my "makeup is SERIOUS BUSINESS" face

Her mom putting on her necklace


Isn't she so cute??

And more importantly, aren't THEY so cute?