PHS Graduation 2012

My Senior

The time has come and gone. It's been a month now so Pomp  Circumstance isn't

stuck in my head. The whole day played out so quickly.

The Sr. stopped by the house to grab his cap &  gown. 

I wanted several pictures but he just didn't want to take time to pose.

Ahh, boys. Mine were not camera hounds. 

I found these two walking around together. When S. first arrived at PHS he played football the very first day and made friends with Trey. Those guys have been through thick and thin together.

It did my heart good to catch them one last time. They boys were surprised to hear that for four generations our families have been friends. Their great-grandparents, their grandmothers, their moms (that's me) were best friends in 3rd grade....we go waayyy back and they didn't know.

Oh, the waiting....

Ha ha ha my little fashion statement.

To his credit I must say...From day one at PHS he wore his jeans

hanging over his boots like this. They called him "Cowboy" and he was the only

one who did that. Everyone else tried to be preppy; Son had no need for preppy. He was who he was and didn't get intimidated over not looking like the others. I love that he was secure and confident.

And while I feared he would actually walk across the stage like this, He did not. 

It's only for a moment you are mine to hold
The plans that heaven has for you
Will all too soon unfold
So many different prayers I'll pray
For all that you might do
But most of all I'll want to know
You're walking in the truth
And If I never told you
I want you to know
As I watch you grow

I pray that God would fill your heart with dreams
And that faith gives you the courage
To dare to do great things
I'm here for you whatever this life brings
So let my love give you roots
And help you find your wings 

The days of lining up are over. 

Pomp & Circumstance plays.

As his first teacher I tear up. I remember well the struggles and triumphs

of home educating this, my youngest son. His decision to enter into public school

did not come lightly. Never once did I have to remind him to take his books nor did he leave his work behind and forgotten. It was a serious decision. He boasts that he's the only one who finished 

public high school in our family.....and he is. 

Coach H. spiffys you up before you walk across the stage. 

I notice his jaw clenched in every picture and I wonder what's going through his mind.

Tassels are turned.

The students walk off the field one last time.

And now, the night they waited for and dreamed about is over.

Congratulations Class of 2012

Paris High School

Stefan's Senior Prom

Senior Prom

Paris High School 2012

Suits, tuxedos, short dresses, long dresses, wrist corsages and boutonnieres.

Classic cars, fast cars, double-decker buses, limousines.

Styles are changing and you can see just about anything these days.

The event wouldn't be complete without pictures downtown at Culbertson Fountain and

Holy Cross Episcopal Church. This year we were reduced to just over 30 minutes to

take all the pictures that will have to suffice and keep these memories of our children dressed to the nines; finishing one more hurdle as they leave high school life behind. 

Here are some of the shots I took.

Fun arrived with the young man on the left. One of the Special men God created and the

life of the party. He had everyone laughing. Special thanks to his teacher Liz who sees to it that the special needs students always take part and dress up for prom.

Stefan and Trey, friends through all their high school years.

A fourth generation of friends with our two families.

Part of the crowd that would come and go as the students moved around from

site to site. You bring your chairs and watch the show.

Candace and I used to buy our favorite pizza, grab a Dr. Pepper and make this a night.

She was homeschooled but knew some of the kids so it was always a fun night for us.

Having graduated from private Christian school I never went to prom but as one former

public school classmate said, "I don't think kids looked like movie stars in our days." 

And because he's mine, I post mostly about him.

So proud of Stefan who made the decision to buy a suit that will last him through the years instead of renting the traditional tux and losing his $200. for one night of wear....so maybe that homeschooling stuck with him more than he thinks.