A few months ago it was announced that there would be a Father-Daughter dinner and dance held at The Plains Hotel in downtown Cheyenne. The last time I went to a fancy formal Air Force event was in college (ahem) and Matt hadn't worn his formal military uniform (mess dress) since we got married. Nearly 15 years ago. This family doesn't get out enough!
Bridget and I selected and bought the dresses back in February at Target. They were folded up on a shelf of the closet for a long time, and we surprised them with their dresses a few weeks ago. Apparently Bridget has opinions about clothes (she definitely helped choose) but no long-term memory yet.
The night before the ball, it snowed four inches. Thankfully it warmed up a little (in the 40s, the girls were freezing here) so the snow melted quite a bit. I took a picture of the three of them where they're all looking at the camera, but I like this one better. We almost weren't going to have Bridget go—until I got to thinking about how the repercussions of that decision would far outweigh any trouble she might cause at the actual event. And look how excited she is here! She was (mostly) a perfect angel.
The corsages Matt picked out had velcro wrist attachments but we had to do a last-minute addition of more velcro for little wrists. Bridget couldn't get over the fact that she was wearing flowers. That smelled pretty. On her wrist!
The night—especially the dancing part—was a definite success. And now that Matt has a functioning mess dress again... well, perhaps I'll have a chance to get dressed up properly one of these days, too : )