I AM NOT GOING TO SAY THAT this is a perfect photograph that perfectly describes the scene at my youngest daughter Molly's senior prom leaving-in-the-stretch -limo photo opportunity last night. It is unfair to Molly because she looked graceful and lovely and fun in every other of the 22 photos I was allowed to take. "Dad, don't take my picture" Molly said almost meaning it. But why am I here, sweetheart? When have you ever looked so beautiful walking up a rowhouse block in a golden dress. So I took her picture anyway. Am I a jitbag or what? Because I knew she would want this moment, our moment, to be fine.

And now I've spoiled it by sharing it with you.

Am I a Dad or what?