My Own James Bond

This weekend was THE weekend.

We experienced the Junior Prom for our 17 year old son – vicariously of course. The tux has been on reserve for a month and we finally picked it up. This kid has never seen a suit, let alone a tuxedo. All the different parts intrigued him… and rattled him simultaneously.

I finally got him into it before I took off for work that evening. This is a special showing for mom because he doesn’t pick up his date for another hour. I took shots to preserve this moment for history. It’s a good thing, too. Because his account of the event leaves us to believe it’ll be cold day in hell before he puts himself through that again.

As the mom, and a proud one at that, I think he cuts a striking figure in a tux.

I kick myself for the shadow. Attributed to my state of half sleep from the nap I had just awakened from.

This is the nonchalant pose. (again the shadow)

And then we have a more direct view.

He reminds me of my favorite secret agent guy. (wink)

Later that evening, home and safe off the streets on a Saturday evening, he divulges that the tie strangled him and he really couldn’t dance and he just stood around and watched a lot. Unfortunately these events are really for the sake of the girls.

I’m just happy he experienced the Prom. If he never goes again, he will at least know what he’s missing. If he does go next year, it will be for a special girl.

Just sporting a little pride in my little piece of heaven today.

Thanks for sharing it with me.

Love,
Jeannene