To borrow a line from one of my favorite authors, Douglas Adams, who I was so fortunate to be able to meet just before he passed, I must remind myself what the cover of the book says... DON'T PANIC.
You see, today was Darby's first dance of her middle school years (technically it was the school's second dance, but she, thankfully, opted not to go to the first). Oh, yes, I remember middle school, and the dances, and the things we maturing boys hoped would happen. And now my first born daughter is deep in the middle of all that... boy goo. Eck.
I can't look. Is it safe to open my eyes yet?
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