This weekend, we had the privilege of attending a Quinceanera, an Hispanic celebration of a girl turning 15 ("quince" in Spanish).
It begins with a Mass and continues with a 5 hr reception/dance, much like a wedding.
Our daughter and the
Quinceanera have been friends for about 10 years, being buddies in soccer, girl scouts, at school, and other activities. It's been fun watching them grow from the little elementary girls to beautiful young ladies.
Our little one was especially drawn to the event. And why not? The whole party is centered around the 15 yr old girl on her birthday, with cake, flowers, beautiful dresses, a crown, and a royal court. It's their one day to be a princess.
The little one was glued to the dance floor, picking up all the latest dance moves and creating a few of her own. Our oldest had a great time, too, with so many of her friends there. I'm really proud of her for wearing a dress to the event instead of running shorts!
As the party continued, the little one started getting sleepy. She talked all the way home about her "quinceanera" and what kind of dress she will wear. Then I had to break the news to her: we're of German decent, not Hispanic. Then she started to cry. I guess maybe we'll surprise her tomorrow with one of her dolls having a quinceanera.