So, recently, our baby girl (almost 17) asked me if I would be willing to hang out with her while she did all of the "prep work" to assist her in attending her first senior prom. Even though she is a junior, this is the first dance occasion where she is not attending her own prom... because it is on the same night as that of the BF... Since he IS a senior, she graciously agreed to attend his... with his friends and their dates and GF's. Not a problem for an outgoing "nobody is a stranger" kind of young lady... However, this meant that she would be without "the usual suspects" (her girlfriends)... all of whom always get ready together... and so, she needed a "Prom Buddy." I was happy to "fill the void." My PB Mission: Assistance with... the Dress, the Shoes, the Hair, the Make-Up, the Jewelry, the Mani, the Pedi, the Prep for the "After Prom" Event, the Flower for the BF, the Final Funds (from her dad) and... oops... MY CAMERA... (again!) It has been weeks of intermittent "prep work," culminating in a marathon today... This afternoon, her dad and I admired our little lemon chiffoned, silver heeled, freshly coiffed, MAC'ed 5'10" chicky and her equally fine looking (and taller!) BF embrace, say their goodbyes and begin their evening... We just smiled back at them, held hands... and remembered... when we felt all of those "Prom" feelings... Now, I reflect on the fact that I enjoyed being the "Prom Buddy" about as much as I enjoyed my own proms... differently, but just as deeply... Besides that... we remembered that WE don't have to go out and dance 'til dawn! As it is... I think both of us are exhausted!!
