Well, prom was last weekend. Chasing that fabric swatch into oncoming traffic surely paid off as Carson and his date made quite the handsome couple. Had I not risked life and limb for the cause, I suspect they would've never coordinated this perfectly. In the game of chicken, all is well that ends well, I suppose.
Blair was home with us all weekend. She came home to do John Samuel's little sister's makeup for her prom on Friday night and stayed to see her brother off to his last prom on Saturday night. John Samuel couldn't come with her as he had to study for his CPA exam and so it was just her. It's been a long time since Davis and I looked in the backseat and saw both of them sitting there. They'd seemed to outgrow throwing punches back there and Carson didn't once tattle that his sister was looking out his window. Maybe grown kids aren't such a bad thing.
So, the spring of Carson's senior year has added many things to my to-do list as of late and so I decided it was time to redeem the massage gift card, which was given to me by some sweet friends around the time of the wedding. One thing and then another had kept me from using it then, but I decided that this new life event might just as easily call for some massage therapy as well.

I showed up for my appointment today and handed the receptionist my gift certificate, which was good for one full body relaxation massage. After filling out some paperwork on my medical history, I was taken back to the massage room, which, of course, was dimly lit with soft music playing. The massage lady instructed me to undress to my level of comfort and get on the table and she'd be back in a few minutes.

Well, that's a predicament. There, I stood alone, left to contemplate my disrobing comfort level. Take off too little and how in the world would you get the full effect of a whole body massage. Take off too much and be the talk of the spa break room for the next couple of weeks. I was wishing she'd given more specific instructions like they do at the doctor, you know?  They're real specific there. So, I just went with my gut and climbed up on the table and face planted into the little head rest thingy and waited....hoping I was dressed appropriately.

Having no idea how long the massage would take, I'd cleared the first part of the afternoon to enjoy the experience. I'm sure there's another word for the massage lady but, anyway, she came in and started loosening up all my muscles starting with the right side of my back. About the time she made it around to my left arm, I heard my purse vibrate in the chair. I'd silenced my phone but could hear it going off in there. A couple of minutes later, I could hear another text jiggling against my tin of Altoids over the soft, soothing music. I thought, "Now, which one of the reasons, why I need a massage, could that be?"  Of course, a mother always envisions her children needing her and has to weigh her repose up against their safety and well being. In this case, I decided that the kids had two parents and if they really needed something, well, they could contact the other one. Mama was busy unwinding.

It was such a soothing experience and the hour was over in a flash. Funny how an hour in the dentist chair or at the DMV flows like molasses, but let time catch you on a massage table and, boy, does it pick up its feet. So, to my friends, Sherry, Carolyn, and Nancee......every last second of your gift was thoroughly enjoyed. Maybe not as mother of the bride, but the mother of the graduate thanks you from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.

Y'all have a good Wednesday!