Joy Prom

Joy Prom

Jill's House hosted a very special event on Sunday night called the Joy Prom. It was a dance for the kids who attend Jill's House. Get dressed up, walk a red carpet, get your picture taken, take a ride in a limo. We decided to make it a little Daddy/Daughter dance. I bought Waverly a beautiful little dress with a little pink ribbon with pearls necklace. And of course Matt had to wear a matching pink tie. They looked fantastic!!

Comments

Anonymous said…

What a wonderful event and memory. Waverly is beautiful in pink. How fun!

May 21, 2013 at 8:50 PM

Tamara Szogedi said…

Waverly looks beautiful!

May 22, 2013 at 10:42 AM

Becky Thurmond said…

They look great. Wavey looks so pretty and special in her fancy outfit. You must be so proud of her.

May 23, 2013 at 12:16 PM

camille said…

Love the matchy matchy outfits! Very cute :)

May 23, 2013 at 1:09 PM

Kathryn said…

Aw, I love her dress! She looks great in pink!

May 25, 2013 at 10:07 AM

Gemma Slade said…

Wow stunning photos- such a lovely event as well

May 28, 2013 at 8:20 AM

Welcome to Holland

By Emily Perl Kingsley

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