Saturday was the Senior Prom night for #1 son's class. My oldest baby will be graduating in June, leaving for a summer job the week after that and then starting college across the state in Aug. Snapping pics of him in the yard before he left to go meet his date and take the limo to Prom was a bittersweet moment. In just over a month, he's done with high school and moving on with his life as a young adult.....and he can't WAIT to go!
And neither can I.
I mean it.
A small part of me is sad to see him grow out of his childhood.
But mostly I am glad he is ready to venture out into the world on his own as a man.
My job is done.
Well, not really....more like my old job has become obsolete.
My job has changed from raising him and instilling the things in him that we feel are necessary, to one of support. To be there when he needs advise, or direction or 20 bucks.lol
To put it into business jargon, I've moved from the manufacturing of this product to the customer support/service for this product.
Anyway, here are a few pics of our soon-to-be BMOC(=Big Man on Campus) in his Prom duds....
And ever the family comedian, here is his Captain Morgan photo....
After #1 son left for the Prom festivities, I took the daughter out for some driving practice.
It was NOT a good ride. I had her stop at the CVS, and as she was pulling into the parking place out front, her foot slipped off the brake and hit the accelerator.
And when I say she HIT, I mean HIT!!
She hit the metal pole holding the awning over the front of the store.
We had on our seatbelts and are fine.
The pole, awning and store are fine.
My car is another story......
Did I say 3 THOUSAND DOLLARS??
I think my sinuses spontaneously cleared after hearing that number.......
And it could be more once he gets the hood up and checks the frame inside. He didn't want to chance lifting the hood, as I had somewhere else to go and he might not have been able to get it closed, so we could be talking a couple more Thousand.
I'm Not liking this ballpark.