THE Prom

The Prom can be the best of times and the worst of times. The best is having a cool friendship with a handsome boy. The worst is waiting for him to ask you to the prom. The best involves dressing up and being a part of something big. The worst involves learning how to walk in six inch heels without looking like an idiot.

For me the best part of this special night was meeting the impressive, young man who asked my little girl to her first prom. He endured Hailey's embarrassing parents with a smile. Not only did he smile politely for every single picture, he tolerated Dave's Spanish. Then after a firm handshake and direct eye contact he opened the door to his beat-up blue minivan and waved goodbye.