is freaking BREATH. TAKING.
oh. my. word.
oh. my. word.
so i've spoken of my super rock star babysitter perhaps once or twice? and if not more than thirty-six times, well then shame on me.
she has this ease with my children. big h is always like, "oh hey J, what's up? don't mind me. i'm just watching a little max and ruby. oh this shirt? this old thing? i just happened to throw it on (when i heard you were coming over)."
and goo? well. you know goo by now. she's indifferent to pretty much everything. so she throws out the peace sign to her j-dog and gets back to coloring on the front door or fireplace or television or herself. with sharpies.
and just in case you're wondering...no. you most certainly CAN NOT have her phone number. she's ours. and we're possessive.
but today? i had possibly the coolest opportunity ever. she is a senior this year.
(cue the sound of me crying)
and i got to take her senior portraits.
(and i should say. senior portraits have changed drastically since i was a senior. in my laura ashley floral sundress. and matching headband or bow. and navy heels. also with bows.)
and besides being cute, witty, smart, disciplined (she runs cross country every morning at 6am), cool (with all her texting and whatnot), loving, gentle, etc., etc., she is extraordinarily beautiful.
oh, you want proof, do you?
well, see for yourself.