My baby sister went to her junior prom this past weekend and I am still in my feeling. First of all, she's like 12, at least to me she is. My mother can tell me every day that my sister is 17, but I live in the world of big sister denial and my baby has been 12 for the past five years. Last weekend, I surprised her and drove home directly after USF's commencement ceremony in order to catch her in the midst of her prom prep.

I met up with her right as she was coming out of the nail salon, her face was priceless. I was able to witness the last minute dress fittings and alterations. I was proud to contribute the perfect necklace for her dress, all the way from Tampa. The morning of the prom my sister had to take her SATs. Poor planning on her part, as she was registered for the test before she made the decision to attend prom as the test had already been paid for by the time she decided she wanted to go to prom.

Insert last minute errands and scrambling after the test because my sister, despite being able to open her own Sephora out of her bedroom needed to run to Ulta to buy more makeup. We washed hair, flat ironed hair, curled hair, and pinned hair. I was called upstairs as the official keeper of company while she foundation-ed, concealed, baked, bronzed, and highlighted and then mom was called up stairs when it was time to don the garment. Leaving dad and the boy downstairs, alone. We tried to be swift.

We got my baby sister in her dress and I took my place at the bottom of the stairs with dads cannon in one hand and my iPhone in the other. Almost all the picture I took of her were action shots because she would not stop milly rocking long enough for me to catch her standing still, the live photo feature on the iPhone really came in clutch. It was one of my many proud big sister moments watching my chicken nugget walk down those stairs, I mean look how beautiful she was guys!