Catherine’s senior portrait is Wednesday.
She’s wrapped up in hair and makeup, and will surely take some of her hard-earned babysitting money and drag me to the mall for a new shirt when we get home from our Massachusetts college visits this weekend.
Of course, this week I had to go back in time to her first school picture — taken when she was at the Mead School Childcare Center.
She was 2, all smiles and snuggles, still wearing clothes I picked out and happy to have a bow in her hair — as long as it was only for a few minutes.
How the photographer managed to get her to sit still for this shot, I will never know. My mom made that jumper (it was one of several from the same pattern), and my mother-in-law was a little too zealous with the kitchen bang-trimming session.
There will be no bangs or bows on Wednesday.
I’ll bet she spends the whole morning preening in front of the mirror, much as I did 30 (!) years ago, as I got ready for my own senior photo (a task that involved a lot of hairspray and a lengthy session of mixing lipsticks to get just the right hue).
And heaven knows she won’t be choosing a preppy outfit.
Already she’s weighing quotes for under the yearbook photo, sketching out the college application essay, making plans for this year and beyond. The excitement has been building all summer as she gets ready to soar.
I just want to stuff her back into those purple feetie PJs.