My youngest son told me Friday...

that he was going to prom.   He called me while he was shopping for clothes, Friday, after school.  I was just leaving work and I asked if he wanted me to stop and help him choose some formal wear.  He said...Sure!  Knowing of course, that way, I could do the purchase. 
When I arrived at the store, he had a few things he had tried on and he was taking his time choosing just the right shirt.
I've been pretty overwhelmed at work with tax deadlines this week and while I try to keep up on school things, this week was a serious wreck!
So I ask the boy, "So when is Prom?" 
Tomorrow, he replies.

Well, nothing like a boy to wait to the last minute to worry about a little prom event.  Sure wasn't anything like a girl planning for prom....with all the hair decisions and nail grooming and fittings and deciding.  Nope, he tried it on....he switched between a couple shirts and then done.

                                                           the cheering section

                                                and since he's my youngest and he's got one more year of high school...I sure hope he lets me know a little sooner about his next prom.  I enjoyed the activity and even had time to grab a quick boutonniere.

 I think of his Father at these times and realize how he would of been so proud and even quite silly about the entire event.  I have to smile at that!  This boy was quite a changing point in his life and Greg enjoyed being a Father.  He was good at noticing when the boys needed to talk and he would like to pester with all sorts of questions.  I've worried that I wasn't telling this child enough about shaving and using cologne and making sure he acted polite.  But while I know I make mistakes...he's turning out just like the rest of his brothers.  Pretty darn nice, and thoughtful, and helpful, and especially easy. 
I'm starting to get a little sad about having my youngest a Senior next year, and while I have a little granddaughter or two who will keep me busy attending events...I feel I'm needing to prepare for the next stage of raising children.  I know I'm just going to have a hard time letting go...and maybe I'll just keep him home for a few more years.  Ha!  I think he's got plans...