Pictures. So many, all taken in attempt to forever preserve the night. Everyone danced in the gym, smiling whenever Mrs. Cornwell would pass by to take their picture. She came over to us and we decided to attempt a selfie on her camera. The camera faced backwards at the group and we grinned, hoping the camera was focused on everyone. Our “selfie” didn’t end up turning out to well but the memory was there.
Photostrips from the photobooth shared a similar story. The first or second picture would commonly result in intense laughter, creating blurry faces and huge grins in the next picture. None of our pictures were perfect but each held a memory that would go unforgotten.
I love those memories already! You are so amazing at putting those into words and showing thoughts in words. That is something most people wish they could do in conversation, let alone do it in writing!
Aw, love this! Hope you girls had a great time at the dance! I still haven’t had a chance to get those pictures downloaded yet, but I’m inspired to keep this crazy selfie despite it’s lack of photographic excellence! I’ll have to post it here when I have it done! 🙂