My babies are grown up. Hate to admit it, but I have two wonderful, responsible, charming young men now.

I was so fortunate last year. My oldest, Jonathan, wanted to take ballroom dance lessons and he was young enough not to mind taking lessons with me, his ol' Mom. (No way will hubby Byron go...haven't been able to talk him into it for anything!) After 8 months of weekly lessons J and I were pretty good together! My very best "mom" moment was when we went to the "Night in Vienna" ballroom event last spring. An evening of Viennese Waltz and Polka set to music performed by a huge live orchestra. It was an incredibly special night I'll never forget.

I'd love to continue the lessons, but he's now 15 and there's no chance he wants to be caught alive dancing with his Mom. Wayyyy not cool, lol! So, tomorrow evening he's starting up lessons again - teen ballroom with salsa, tango, waltz, and Charleston...but without his Mom as his partner.

Nope, I'll just sit there during the hour lesson and watch while my baby continues growing into the amazing man I know he'll become...