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