Tonight is the night of your senior prom. Your tailor made, thank you very much, suit was picked up yesterday with a tie to match your date's dress. The corsage is in the fridge and you are smelling like heaven itself. I must admit my heart is a little bruised watching as you get ready. When did you grow up?? I don't remember telling you that it was okay.
I catch glimpses of that little boy who stole my heart 18 years ago. Here you are taking time out of your Prom preparation to play a little X-Box 360 with your best friend.
And then you walk by fixing your tie asking if you look all right.
Here is one of your best friends..ignore the naked walls...my pictures are on a slow boat to the states...sob!
and this guy are your Ace-Boon-Coons. Your buds. Your amigos. They run tame here at Chez Owens and eat me out of house and home regularly. Shhhh don't tell them but I think they are magnificent...even with the whole eating all my food thing.