Do you remember being 17 … ?

My youngest gathered with her friends this evening for her high school homecoming dance.

There was a bunch of good-looking guys …

and some beautiful girls …

good friends …

and a mom that just wouldn’t stop taking pictures.  It was constant.

Snap.

Snap …

And then there was the posing …

as she looked for the perfect picture …

the one that summed up the whole experience.

Until finally, your mom saw the one shot …

that captured everything …

and then she remembered again …