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The Quinceanera

Tonight we went to a party that resembled a wedding more than a birthday party for a fifteen year old. The girl was dressed in white and had attendants, just like in a wedding. Here's the wedding birthday party.

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They all danced a waltz, the father read a piece about his little girl, she played a piano piece for us and then we were treated to a lovely buffet and a wedding birthday cake. Does this look like any birthday cake you've ever seen?Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting



Before the party we peeled potatoes and carrots for a salad. Here is Steph, Annabella and Christopher on KP.
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Here is Paco, Annabella, Ashley and Allison all dressed for the party.

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Earlier in the day we dropped Steph off at a gym so she could work out and then I drove the rest of the kids down my memory lane. I showed them the dorms I used to live in as a college freshman, then the house I lived in for nearly three years as I continued playing around and pretending to go to school my education.

Then we drove up around the temple and I showed the kids how I used to jog up around the temple with my roommates and back to the dorms again. Yep. Mom used to jog. Then we went a bit further up and got out to walk a bit in the canyon. Here is Chris and Ally.

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It has tugged at my heart, being here again. The mountains remind me of so much. I drove the kids through campus and marveled at all the changes that have been made since I was here the last time. It's hard to believe that perhaps next year I'll be bringing my baby girl here to go to school.

I can't possibly be that old yet.

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  1. I was first introduced to the quinceanera tradition while living in Tri-Cities. It was interesting to me too.

    I MISS THOSE MOUNTAINS something fierce. I could still move back to Utah in a heartbeat!

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  2. Janet9:49 PM

    It's hard when your baby girl leaves isn't it? Tell me it is- mine hasn't left yet!

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  3. how come my comment didn't show up? i wrote that you don't believe you're that old simply because, well, you aren't that old. perspective is everything.
    here's hoping this comment shows up.

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  4. And of course you won't let the kids take your pic so you can be part of the vacation story . . . . . >B^D

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  5. Hey, I should trust them with my camera? Ha! I'm sure I'll end up in someone's pictures. Paco had his video camera going all night long.

    Anna, only one of your comments showed up. Weird, eh? Yes, but I am that old.

    Janet, I'll let you know when I find out myself.

    Naddin, aren't the mountains magnificent? I sit and stare at them. So beautiful and so full of memories for me.

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