Johnny is the youngest and the tallest – just graduated high school and tells me that nobody calls him Johnny anymore. He makes movies – you can find him on youtube if you go to Jones Shorts and then Jones Productions, he’s got the pic of the horse - but he doesn’t know what he wants to do with the rest of his life. Lately, it’s become a prevalent question. He’s only eighteen, people!
I sometimes think of these guys as the rudder, the sails and the anchor in my life ship.
Prom was especially awesome this year because Johnny was king! He insisted on a white tux, and even though dinner was spaghetti, the garment seems to have survived. We had a lot of fun with the crown, and even made Kitty-Boy pose for a picture in it. Lol!
And graduation, whew! Our high school – which we never think of as “ours” since it is not in our town – is especially snobby and stuffy, and insists on silence during the ceremony. Lol! Philip brought an airhorn, and we made a resounding racket as Johnny walked up for his diploma. This is long-standing tradition in my family, but truly, we outdid ourselves. Probably a good thing that this is our last-ever high school graduation.
Our party was at the fire station, and my daughter, party planner extraordinaire, had it well in hand. She makes cakes! Beautiful, awesome cakes with butter cream frosting as thick as two finger widths – yay! And she decorated – streamers, balloons, photos strung from silver wire and live flowers for centerpieces. The flowers were of a variety I had never seen before, long cones tipped in pink, yellow and orange. So appropriate, they looked like little candles, and if ever there is a time to light a candle for the future, now is it.
Today is my first anniversary! I love, love my husband.
Happy summer, all!
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