Way back in January Taylor was already excited that his 16 birthday was the day before prom. First of all, I was glad he was so excited to be going, but also, I was suprised that he is already dating age.
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Here we are 16 years ago when I was 13 yrs. and he was 24 hrs. old.
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And this is a picture I sent Ryan last summer to show how much he has grown. He now refers to him as "Huge Tay."
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My mom asked me to help her with the dinner she was making for the prom goers and I was so happy to be there. It was fun helping Taylor put on his cuff links and buttons.
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My mom picked a really yummy menu,
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and, I enlisted these two cute boys to be servers. They brought a little silly, light humor to the evening, and did such a good job. They took their job seriously, making sure the "chef at the grill" (aka: Dad) knew how everyone wanted their steaks.
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Here is Taylor with his date. Everyone looked so great and it was such a fun night.
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When is came time for the party people to head to the dance I overheard my mom ask the kid who was driving if he would mind if Taylor rode in the trunk (they were short one seat and the dance was only a couple blocks away.) Still, I thought it was a joke. When I realized it was for real I had to get a picture. It wasn't quite a trunk, but still hilarious. And, even more funny when I heard my dad say, "It's a conversation starter. Not everyone can say they rode to Prom in the trunk of a car." So true!