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Handsome young man. Nervous. Prom Night 2012. His first tux – our first tux. Looking so calm but feeling so anxious – he slowly got ready. A haircut. A shower. A trim for his new found mustache. Piece by piece – the shirt, the pants, the vest, the tie, the black shoes that shined like the Summer time ocean. Jacket hanging over his arm.
“Put it on, Son.”
“Okay, Mom.”
Son. My son. Our son. Prom Night 2012. Where has the time gone? Into changes – that’s where. The change from diapers to Fruit of the Looms. The change from baby lotion to body odor. The change from “Hold me, Mama” to “Mom, don’t kiss me in front of my friends!” The change from preschool to grade school to middle school…to high school. The change from “That puppy is so cute” to “That girl is so fine!”
Changes. Hmmmmmmm. They kind of hurt a little.
His date was gorgeous. Purple dress. Beautiful smile – with a precious spirit to match. Prom Night 2012. They were adorable together. Just friends. There’s comfort in that. Still, as we approached her father I heard a whisper attached to the breath that left my son – “I’m so nervous.”
“Don’t be nervous, Son. Look him in the eye and shake his hand firmly.”
“Okay, Mom.”
Lots of pictures – as usual. He was worried I’d embarrass him with my endless camera clicking. I didn’t. I fit right in with the other camera crazy parents. They posed and posed. We snapped and snapped. Princes and Princesses. Prom Night 2012.
“Remember, Son – this night is probably more important to her than it is to you. Girls dream of this night.”
“Okay, Mom.”
Big smile. Big boy. Big night. Prom Night 2012.
I prayed over him before we got to her house for pictures. Lord, please keep my baby safe. He did. Thank You, Lord. Prom Night 2012.
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