Purple Promenade
Purple Promenade

Sweet Sixteen. Smiling. Trying on the shimmery purple prom dress that her Dad had picked out for her. “That’s you, Hope”, he had said. And she agreed. We all agreed. And she came home and modeled and danced and twirled in the same way that she had when she was wearing her little pink tutu at three years of age. But this time, with a little more grace. (A little!) But the same amount of unfiltered joy that we all basked in. The shimmery purple dress wasn’t the only thing that “shined”. Shine on, Hopie.

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