February 6. I’ve had the day marked on my calendar since last December when I wrote all of the Mountain Brook High School basketball games into my calendar. February 6=last home basketball game. Last home basketball game=senior night. Senior night=last dance and senior dance.
With months to prepare myself, I hoped that I would be able to watch their performances without crying. I even made sure to not sit with my family that night to try to cut down on the tears induced from others’ tears. Unfortunately,sometimes the best laid plans don’t always work out. I cried during 3 of the 4 dances…but that one time…that one time I was all dry eyed. So, I guess I should give myself credit for that.
With the exception of my fabulous cousin that I’ve known her entire life, I’ve only really known these girls for about two and a half years. It’s embarrassing how emotional I get. I’ve tried and tried not to…but the fact of the matter is, just like my mother, when I’m proud of someone, I cry…and Monday night as I watched those sweet cheerleaders and dorians dance together for the last time I was oh so proud.
So, yes…I cried. Some of the tears were because I knew this was my last chance to see them dance as a group…but most of the tears were because I was oh so proud of the women they are becoming. It’s been a joy to watch them grow these past few years.
**sorry for the picture overload…it was hard enough narrowing it down to just these!**