I’m always early, a trait that was taught by my Daddy; to
make an impression, to be early, is always the way to make the best one. That’s
not to say that being early always applies in that manner, but it’s been a
habit for better than thirty-five years, so it just usually happens regardless.
I opened my truck door, thinking I would get out, take a look around, and try and think of new things to do ahead of time, before everyone else got there. The blast of humidity that sprayed my face with almost instant perspiration helped me to decide differently pretty quickly. I slammed the truck door shut and with a flick of my wrist, moved the volume of air coming from my vents, up about three notches closer to as high as it would go.
I opened my truck door, thinking I would get out, take a look around, and try and think of new things to do ahead of time, before everyone else got there. The blast of humidity that sprayed my face with almost instant perspiration helped me to decide differently pretty quickly. I slammed the truck door shut and with a flick of my wrist, moved the volume of air coming from my vents, up about three notches closer to as high as it would go.
Within a couple of minutes I could see the procession of
vehicles pulling in behind me. And as I looked out of my rear view mirror, I
could see the parade of princes’ and princesses stepping out onto the street,
and walking towards the entrance where we would all find lawn beautification at
its best.
The young ladies were as beautiful as I had ever seen them,
their dresses flowing behind them, as they lifted the hems from the fray of the
concrete, their hair done-up in high fashion, and their eyes sparkling with
excitement and anticipation of what was to come. The young men in their tux and cowboy boots were just as
dapper as could be, their hair styled far different from the usual and both of
them missing the hat appendage that is always the norm.
This would be Ramsey’s last official high school dance, and
she was surely prepared to go out in style. She would wear a purple strapless
gown with silver sequins and he would wear a brushed gray tux with a purple tie
and vest to match. They were a beautiful
couple and the next few hours would be a pleasurable experience for sure.
We began our trek through Miss Betty Ann’s yard, with
jasmine-filled trellises for background drops and beautiful flower beds and a
pool gazebo that would lend style and elegance to our photo shoot. She so
graciously extends her home and its gardens every year for the prom attendees
and it is surely appreciated by all.
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I felt like I was there! A beautiful princess and I might add that country boy was looking mighty fine too! ❤️
ReplyDeleteThey were a beautiful couple indeed. It's always an honor to be included in their memory making adventures.
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