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2016 Military Ball


Sometimes it's hilarious how old I feel when I go to any ROTC function, especially a formal ball. Having a rounded belly doesn't help this fact either! Despite being older than most every other cadet and their date, I sure had an enjoyable evening stealing glances from my favorite boy, eating chocolate cake, and dancing. 

This was my 4th military ball with my husband, first one with baby girl in tow. Next year we'll have to get a babysitter. 


I bought my dress from Zulily.com, hoping that it would arrive in time and fit well. Buying online has never been my favorite, but going to every single store in the KC metropolis to try and find a dress that was comfortable and fit my belly didn't sound like much fun. My $35 dress (after shipping was calculated) fit nearly perfect. And thanks to my hair-stylist friend, Julie, I didn't have to worry about doing my hair. Me and the curler are not friends. 

Being my husband's date was a honor and privilege. Carrying his child was even more special. Seeing the excitement on his classmates' faces when they saw my belly was priceless. 

It's a good thing he's my best friend...or else this night would have been long and boring and these silly photos below would be really awkward. 





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  1. NancyannNovember 8, 2016 at 7:48 AM

    You are BEAUTIFUL! And I love your dress! So glad that the online shopping worked for you this time - it really can be a tough one.

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  2. UnknownNovember 10, 2016 at 1:19 AM

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  3. UnknownNovember 10, 2016 at 1:21 AM

    I love the fun and silly pictures! So beautiful! Such a great memory you recorded for your little girl. :) It will be fun to tell her all the things you did together with her in your belly!

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  4. AnonymousNovember 15, 2016 at 2:29 PM

    So you're saying that Marshall went on a double-date to the military ball with a couple of babes?

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