Kyle was asked to be an escort for the homecoming ceremony that was held Friday. He walked Taylor's friend Montana. I really didn't think it was that big of a deal until I saw him all dressed up and then it was all I could do to keep from weeping. Getting ready for it was no big deal, at least not in comparison to what I went through when Taylor was in the court a few years ago. I only needed to get him a tie and we begged a borrowed the pants and shirt.
Except we did forget about the shoes! Can you pick out which shoes belong to Kyle??
I think I told this story not long ago about when he was supposed to wear a white shirt to a Christmas concert and didn't tell me until the day of. He was the only one on the stage with a red shirt in a sea of white shirted kids. He just wasn't meant to follow the crowd. So, on he goes marching to the beat of his own drummer.
But look how grown up he looks!! sniff sniff.
Wasn't it just yesterday that he was this precious little baby boy? I've always loved this picture of him. I'm pretty sure he had a busted lip, he always had some sort of injury. Keeping Kyle alive up to this point has been a great personal achievement.
We always kept him in overalls because the straps did double duty as handles. They came in real handy when you had to snatch him up in a hurry or catch him before he got away. I can't imagine trying to do that now. If I grabbed on to anything he was wearing to try to stop him from running, I think I'd just be along for the ride. He has grown into such a lovely young man and I am very blessed that he is in my life.