Freshman & the Formal
Just stuff your size 13 foot into that size 12 shoe while I run back to the tuxedo place to order the right pants that really match the jacket....no 13 shoes are available...and no, the wrist corsage is supposed to be all white sweetheart roses and how did hot pink flowers jump in there? And back to the tuxedo place for the 4th time... It was a fun hectic day. First formal. Joe T. Garcia's. Bass Hall---a room adjacent. Dancing. $40 Desserts. Downtown. I remember when Britt was in footed pajamas and now the foot is squeezed into tuxedo shoes and a tear drops from my eye. We are raising them to be independent one day and that day is dawning in a few short years as we close the chapter on our first year of high school for the little big one. How I long to be there for my children. I want to know from my God what real love really looks like....because I really want to love my husband, love my children, love my world. How I loved Britt in those footed pajamas. How I love him in his freshman world!