The Cotillion Winter Ball

   There's something about the south.  Sweet tea and barbeque, firefly filled summer nights...and Cotillion...yes, Cotillion.
​    Being raised in Ohio, I'd never heard of Cotillion until my dear Carolina friend introduced us to it last year.  Our two older boys, Christian and Ethan have taken classes on how not to act like they've grown up in a barn, learning everything from formal table manners, classic dancing and basically everything that goes against burping the entire alphabet in one single try.
​     They had a Winter Ball last year as well, but this time...there was something different. 
​     It all started the same way, I suppose.  Little eye contact occurred between the boys and girls with a constant mile standing between each of them...

    ....but then, things changed a bit.  A new game was introduced this time to encourage the kids to break the ice - and break it - they did.  Looks of terror mixed with disbelief began as each couple was given a ball to place between their foreheads in a competition of sorts, seeing who could last the longest without "dropping the ball".   

    What once was nerves turned into bouts of laughter as the competition gained for the grand prize. 

   Dessert was served, but soon it became time to leave.

    It was an experience to remember I'll keep close to my heart, especially on the days the boys are past the halfway point of the alphabet on one single burp. 
​    It constantly hits me when glimpses of the boys they are now, turn into the men they'll soon become. 
​    Thank you again, Beautiful Cristen for introducing us to such a wonderful experience.  Your Stunning Princess, Lily Kate was truly the Belle of the Ball.  Im so glad our boys will have you  to thank for their southern manners and for that, I'll Love You, Always.