Levi's Prom... in the future

It's dusk on a Saturday evening and as I'm walking off the beach, hand in hand with my middle son, Levi. Just me and him, soft quiet steps in the sand, in sync with the swinging of our arms and clutched hands. Somehow in this moment I felt the good kind of heaviness in my heart that I needed to really savor this moment, so I did. As we neared the end of our walk back to the truck, Levi, with his signature raspy little voice, asked me a question I never thought I'd hear again since graduating High School.... "mama, will you go to the prom with me"? I chuckled and said, "boy, why in the world would you even be thinking about going to the prom, you've got a few years before that's gonna happen"? "because mama, I just wanna know if you'll go with me"? We never stopped walking and starring at the sand beneath our feet. "Levi, I promise when you get ready to go to prom, I'll be the last person you would want tagging along". With a shy like expression he said, "mama, why wouldn't you go with me, would you be embarrassed? Because I would never be embarrassed of you".... I squeezed his little hand three times signaling, "I Love You" and simply said, "I'll never be embarrassed to be with you, anywhere son".