It’s a bit surreal, this one going to a high school homecoming.  And with a curfew of midnight for the first time ever.  Letting go, even in tiny bits and pieces, is really hard.  Time flies….and man has he grown!  It makes my momma heart swoon to see him all dressed up and in clothes that actually fit him instead of a football t-shirt and gym shorts.  Very, very proud of him.  I did offer to chaperone the dance, break out my waddle and move and groove my big old 9 month pregnant belly on the dance floor.  Surprisingly, he declined that generous (ha!) offer.