Totally overwhelmed

Last night I watched my adorable baby cousin take a step into adulthood.
From his, I don’t care what I look like, take me as you find me attitude, turned to this good-looking young man if front of our eyes.
I have never felt an overwhelming pride for him as he took his girlfriends hand, looked her in the eyes and told her how beautiful she looked.
It was such a joy to see them driven off in their prom car to the biggest event in their life’s so far.
They truly looked amazing, a beautiful picture of perfect.
Pride shone for us all as he took her hand and helped her from the car.
He wouldn’t leave her side as he shone with pride to have the girl he worships by his side.

I can’t believe my baby cous, who really doesn’t care about how he looks, was fussing over if he looked good enough for the girl he wants to make a future for.
That look in his eyes and hers of course as they were lost in their moment.
It mirrored a look I know that I/we use to have.
It’s like no one else is there with you, it’s just two beings so smitten with each other that no one else matters.
He’s come a long way from sitting in his bedroom playing pc games and kicking my ass on cs go.
I’m so very, very proud of him.
To top the night off I get a text from them later in the evening.

“We have been voted prom King and Queen.”

Right now I couldn’t be any more proud to have such a caring beautiful young man for my cousin.
My only regret is that his granddad couldn’t have been there to see how incredible his grandson has turned out.
I’m sure as sure, he was watching from the brightest star in the sky.

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