Senior night.

Tommorrow night we will be reconized, along with others, as proud parents of senior students for this football season. Hard to believe this has really come. At our weekly, eat at Waffle House lunch, my son said the seniors get to vote and choose the jersey the team wears for tommorrow night. My son wants to wear the black one, as he said, "it was my best game, I was never taken out of the ballgame that night." I am trying to decide what his dad and me will wear. I want to look really nice for this fellow of ours. My brother-in-law is coming to make more of those great pictures like I have hanging on my walls. My family is already making fun of me because I probably will cry. So far, our son hasn't caused us one second of trouble. I can trust him. I can believe him. He is kind. He is mentally, one of the strongest indiviuals I have ever been around.
I was asking him the other night if I ever embarrass him. I am one of those outgoing, loud, fireball moms. He stopped and looked at me, "mom with what I've been through, you think I get embarrassed anymore? Not a chance." The feeling is mutual. He has never embarrassed his dad or me one time. We cannot say the same about ourselves. By the complete grace of God we are a family. Still. This Friday night, for senior night, we couldn't be more proud to stand by our son, and thank goodness, he doesn't mind standing beside us. GOOOOOOO CATS!!!!!!!