When I went back to pick her up someone had "fixed" her up for the picture. They had straightened her hair and applied a ton of makeup.
Her hair looked nice. She has always wanted straight hair and I have resisted...but when I saw how happy she was, and when she told me she felt pretty...I took her to the store to buy a straightening iron. I did not freak when I read on the package that the thing gets up to 400 degrees...I did not let myself worry about a hair fire...I tried to focus on her being happy.
It is just hard for me to believe that in just a few years we went from this:
Y'all pray for us...