I’ve dreamt of this day. For years and years.
The day when the first male in our family would step into history.
The history of attending his Senior Prom. (Quick back story for the few who may not know: Sexy Hubby did not attend his prom, and my older step-son did not attend his prom. If I could help it, the last little birdy in the nest was going to break this trend.)
In all honesty, I wasn’t certain it would happen. As of a few months ago, there were no prospects on the horizon.
I suppose the universe finds ways to continually surprise us. And I was very happily surprised, so much so, I didn’t squawk about the tuxedo choice (although, “The Senior” claimed “everyone loved it”) nor the choice of the black rose for his boutonnière. I acted like a good mom, and kept my mouth shut and my pocket book open.
The fashionista in me wishes the credit was mine, but the choices all belonged to my son. And he looked quite smashing!
As his father was helping affix the red bow tie, and I was snapping photos, the first tears began to crest. I tried to hide it, but when he saw me, he shook his head and said, “Mom, it’s no big deal.”
But it was a big deal for me.
Life is about the big moments and the little ones we tuck away for safe keeping. My favorite part of this night – as my son left to pick up his date, he turned and kissed me on the cheek and hugged me a little, adding, “Love you, mom.”
He realized this moment was perhaps much more important for me, and he shared it with me openly.
I asked that my son bring his date over for a photo session.
I forgot about the puppy. (How could I forget about the puppy??) But the puppy loves company (assuming everyone that visits is coming to see him!) and turns out, he loves pretty girls. He sure LOVED the prom attendee’s date! In fact, he didn’t leave her alone the entire time she was visiting.
I adore this photo.
Doesn’t Rocco look as though he’s bashful in the presence of a young beauty?
Flowers courtesy of Labellum in Bozeman. They did a wonderful job meeting the “black rose” request and meeting the needs of the “modern” corsage.
Of course, I wouldn’t let the prom couple out the door without a photo of the shoes. Isn’t that what it’s REALLY all about??
…and off they went.
Out of my heart and into the family history books.