Save the Last Dance for the Dinosaur, Kids

My beautiful goddaughter Jamie went to her prom last weekend.

I'll give you a few minutes to catch your breath after gazing upon her radiant gorgeousness.  She is just as stunning on the inside too.  Also she has wonderful taste in both Asian cuisine and musical theater.  I am so lucky to have her in my life.

You may wonder how I became a godmother at such a young age, particularly when I am not terribly religious.  Well, Jamie's parents had been trying to have kids for years and years and finally decided to give up.  One day, we were on vacation and the phone rang.  I picked up and my aunt Jen blurted out that she was having a baby.  This should have been shocking news, but I took no time to process at all and immediately asked, "Can I be the godmother?"  I am sure she had misgivings about allowing a twelve year old to be her unborn child's godmother, but I think my optimism that everything was going to be okay with the baby inspired her.  Either that or I caught her on an off day.  Whatever the case, I'm grateful that I was able to call dibs first, because I am crazy about this kid.

Did I mention Jamie has a twin brother?  This is Johnny.

He is pretty awesome himself.  I give him a hard time because he is probably smarter than me, although Jamie and I kicked his butt in Catchphrase and I will never let him forget it.  I also have a collection of nerdy Johnny posing with his calculator and in Civil War regalia, so I basically own his soul when it comes to future blackmail.

So yeah, these kids clean up pretty good.  They're thirteen years younger than me, and I think that means I've somehow wandered into a time wrinkle or something since my own prom was less than two years ago, in 1996.  Oh... wait.  Yikes, I'm ancient.

(Please note my white bra.  Classy!  I also enjoy my best friend's foppish hair and the space between us.  We left room for the Holy Spirit!  The nuns would be so proud).