Can’t believe it’s been a year since the high excitement that accompanied the end of Catherine’s senior year. The cliché is true — time flies (and seems to do so more quickly with each birthday I mark).
A year ago, the household was consumed with Catherine’s prom and the Port Chester (NY) Band Night anniversary performances I’d signed on for. The scheduling gods had conveniently double-booked me (read here.)
The weekend was a blur of activity that had Catherine walking on air and me driving up and down I-95 like a yo-yo, lest I miss anything. Basil, playing per type, kept quiet, assumed the role of chauffeur when necessary, then tucked into a cold beer at the end of the night.
In the months since, we’ve watched as Catherine has begun to grow into quite an amazing young woman.
Still, these pictures take my breath away.