It was Prom.  Such a beautiful evening.  Sunshine. Excitement.  Anticipation.  Beauty.  Each moment a gift to be treasured.  Because you never know when they may be gone.  I ask for one thing.  A family picture; from Prom.  I have none from the boy.  A regret.  A request I make.  And this is what I get.  I love it.  Always room for a giggle.  Somehow there is always a space though.  I don't know how it works. In the center.  A hole.  A hole in my heart that ... View Post