My eldest son, together with his buddies, decided to go stag on their last high school prom. When I asked him how come he wasn't taking his girlfriend of two years, he said she'd be busy being the student council's president and making sure of the event's success. He added too that it was agreed upon that they'd see each other at the venue.
This year's prom had the Oscars for its theme and Matt, being the last minute guy that he sometimes is, didn't have anything to wear. Rummaged in his Pa's closet, he did, to look for anything SUIT-able. Pun intended. I recall he did borrow one for last year and ended up looking like this:
But because he has grown taller and stockier at 16, the one special tux in hubs' closet now perfectly fitted him. This was the one Jerry wore to our wedding eighteen years ago in April!
Seeing Matt in his Pa's wedding tux reminded me so much of that day. *Sigh*. When will I ever be ready to accept that my sons are growing fast? My thoughts always bring me back to his kiddie years. I really need to pause sometimes and savor these moments. They're just so flitting!
And then there's college in a few months...