He's 15. He's a good boy. He is right where he's supposed to be.
He's growing up way too fast for me.
"Are you dressing up for your party?" I asked.
"We're just hanging at her house," he said of the friend. "It's just like five of us. I have my tux tshirt on"
Okay. I know I know nothing about these things.
So an hour later, when i see my husband digging out an older, beautiful suit, i'm wondering why, until Michael comes downstairs in his "mobster" outfit. It's his black dress pants and shirt, and a burgundy tie I'd bought for his father. He slipped on the perry ellis double breasted jacket.
"Fits," Dad says.
It almost takes my breath away.
He's so frickin HANDSOME. I am his mother, and I know I'm biased, but even with his football helmet induced acne, he is a gorgeous young man.
On the way to his little party, I say the regular things... make good choices... call me if you need to... Since he's all in black, and it is Halloween, I ask him to promise to hold the hand of someone with a flashlight if they go out looking for candy.
I know, great excuse..."Uh, my mom says I need to hold you hand, kay?"
He'll be driving in a couple of months. He's looking into early admission to the University of Washington. He's perfect.
And he's growing up.
He's growing up way too fast for me.
"Are you dressing up for your party?" I asked.
"We're just hanging at her house," he said of the friend. "It's just like five of us. I have my tux tshirt on"
Okay. I know I know nothing about these things.
So an hour later, when i see my husband digging out an older, beautiful suit, i'm wondering why, until Michael comes downstairs in his "mobster" outfit. It's his black dress pants and shirt, and a burgundy tie I'd bought for his father. He slipped on the perry ellis double breasted jacket.
"Fits," Dad says.
It almost takes my breath away.
He's so frickin HANDSOME. I am his mother, and I know I'm biased, but even with his football helmet induced acne, he is a gorgeous young man.
On the way to his little party, I say the regular things... make good choices... call me if you need to... Since he's all in black, and it is Halloween, I ask him to promise to hold the hand of someone with a flashlight if they go out looking for candy.
I know, great excuse..."Uh, my mom says I need to hold you hand, kay?"
He'll be driving in a couple of months. He's looking into early admission to the University of Washington. He's perfect.
And he's growing up.
