Several months ago, my sister asked if she could bring one of her best friends to Lawrence to do some senior pictures. In due course, my mother drove the girls up and then hung out with my kiddos for the day, while the girls and I traipsed through downtown and changed clothes in the backseat of my car.
It was one of those sessions where there were no bad pictures, and even the few that were questionable were completely camera operator error.
I was trying to be cool about it, but every time I checked my shots on the back screen of my camera it was all I could do not to exclaim, "OMG!!! YOU GUYS ARE SOOOO PRETTY!"
They could walk outside with no makeup, in ratty sweats, whatever--they'd still be gorgeous.
And then they're both so stinkin' nice and polite and smart, too.
When I think of the whole picture, there is nothing on earth that could induce me to be seventeen again. The drama, the (in my case) acne and weird hair--just no.
But, for a few hours last Saturday afternoon, I'll admit, these two young ladies almost talked me into it.
They have no idea how awesome they are--no idea what amazing things they'll do in the next few years--but it was a pleasure for me to get a quick glimpse of it.