Prom

When I was in High School and a dumb teenage boy, Prom didn’t seem to be that big of deal to me.  You figured out who you were going to ask, and after weeks of trying to get up the courage, you finally picked up the phone and dialed her number.  After almost hanging up three times, she would eventually get on the line and you would blurt out “the question”.  Once that few moments of sheer terror were over, you were done and you had a date to the prom.  You never needed to worry about anything until the dates of the guys you were going with made you try to figure out what the group was going to do that night.

Since I’ve had girls, I’ve realized that Prom is a much bigger deal.  First there is the anxiety of who is going to ask who out.  Then there is the dress and the shoes and the planning and the nails and the hair and the makeup and the list just goes on and on.  Becca’s prom had all of that and maybe more since she couldn’t find a dress in India to fit that she liked.

While Michelle and I were in the states, we went to the store and took lots of pictures of dresses and sent them to Becca.  The women in the store was interested when we told them we were helping out daughter who was home in India try to find a dress for Prom.  Her words: “Best Dad Ever”.  Becca, are you paying attention?  Best Dad Ever.

The dress and shoes made it home, the nails and hair and makeup were finally finished.  Becca looked amazing.  Finally it was time for pictures.  Everyone looked great and it was nice to meet the parents of all the kids.  The only part that wasn’t fun for me was waiting up until much, much past my bedtime to welcome Becca home.