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Snowcoming 2018

Last night was the Snowcoming Dance at my son's high school.  I think other schools may refer to it as the Winter Formal or some such thing, but in our little town it's called Snowcoming.  No, I don't know why..

Lucky for us, Gage had most of his outfit already in his closet.  He had gotten new shoes, pants, and a reversible belt for Homecoming.  The shirt was also hanging in his closet as he had worn it to a wedding last summer.  The only thing he really needed?  The tie.

Things were a little chaotic around the time I would normally have taken him shopping.  I was spending a lot of time up at the hospital keeping my dad company before his big surgery.  Luckily, his girlfriend's mom was kind enough to let him tag along on one of their shopping trips and she helped pick out his tie.  He was supposed to pay for it and have me reimburse him.  Well, because we always pick up the flowers and they pay us for his boutonniere, she offered to cover the tie and have us just cover all of the flower costs.  Perfect!  I so appreciated her helping me out that I would have paid for all of it, but I know that wouldn't have been okay with her; that's just how she is.

I think their shopping together paid off, though, because look how amazing they looked the night of the dance.

Gage & Addi

Be still my heart.  They are a gorgeous couple.  Yes, I'm biased, but it makes it no less true!

Of course, his cousins cleaned up pretty well, too.
Keagan, Mikey, Kierrah, Jack, and Gage
This picture of the five kids is pretty reflective of our small town life.  These weren't the only cousins in the gym that night posing for moms, dads, aunts, and uncles.  A lot of families tend to stay in the community and raise their children together.  I'm the oldest of five and four of us have families in this school district; only Chrissy, the baby sister, lives a town away. 

I should note that one of our kids was missing.  There should be one more junior standing there.  My nephew, Trevor, couldn't attend.  He had had surgery earlier that week and hadn't yet returned to school.

Of course, we had to a group picture with the dates.  One problem...I didn't know Mikey had come with a date and didn't have him snag her for the photo.  Oops!


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