Fifteen years ago, I remember hiding in the dark rows of our middle school auditorium hoping we wouldn’t be called on stage. Most days, Diana , another friend, and I sat out through most the activities. You thought I had bad stage fright now, just imagine a miniature version of me in big dork glasses. Somehow, we got through the terrible dances we were coerced to do.
Fast forward to fifteen years later, Diana, is happier, brighter, and louder.

Mr. and Mrs. Waterman!

Diana and David, thank you for the honor of being welcomed into your home and families. Your day was beyond perfect.