Made of Honor

As I said in a recent post not long ago....where did the time go?? Last night was Senior Prom night for my daughter. She's been planning for this night for a month or so now. She and a group of friends (about 35 in all) got all decked out for the big night. A limo was rented, dinner reservations made, an after-prom party set up and a billion calls made back and forth! Funny thing is though, my daughter didn't have a date for prom. No one asked her to go. Even funnier, that didn't bother her one bit! (Let me just interject here for a moment... I feel somewhat awkward when I go out for a meal by myself, let alone my SENIOR PROM??!!? I can honestly say I would never have had the nerve to go by myself...never!) She happily shopped for the perfect dress, shoes and jewelry. It all looked stunning on her! Yesterday, she and her girlfriends got their nails done - Miss M now has acrylic nails and is 'in love with them!!!' She visited a salon and had her hair done, too. (Miss M's wonderful 'fairy godmother', Ms. S, made sure of it that Miss M had what she might have needed for the finishing touches!) By the hour of 5 p.m., pictures were being taken at a beautiful location and everyone was hugging and admiring how nice they all looked!

Where did the time go, I wonder....?

Soon, Miss M will be graduating from high school and turning 18. She's extremely brilliant. I asked her recently what her g.p.a was, and her nonplus reply was "It's 4.60 or something like that..." ??????? She's received scholarships to the three in-state universities and has pretty much decided on one. She continues to work part-time at her job, take the trash out on Sunday nights and take Ross for a walk each day to the mail box.

Perfect she is not. She's my daughter, remember? There was the one little incident of clip-clopping down the sidewalk in the middle of the night after 'getting some air'. And the time the police were at my house wondering why my car was parked in an unfamiliar neighborhood and where my daughter was, while all the while, totally unaware, M and her friends were enjoying ice cream at the local Sonic. I refrain from going into her bathroom unless it's deemed an absolute necessity. I'll never figure out how she crams things in with no possibility of being cleaned properly loads the dishwasher and calls it ready to run! No, she's not perfect...and I wouldn't want her to be.

Miss M has carried herself with grace, dignity and a strong spirit these past several years. She's made deep friendships, has endeared herself to her teachers and taught her mother a thing or two about 'moving on'. She's kept her focus on achieving her dreams and working hard. She's been true to her heart and to her spirit. And, oh yes....she's done it all with honor.

That's why she is my Maid of Honor.