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Jett Superior laid this on you on || April 21, 2007 || 11:34 pm


Meet Landon.

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:: the man himself ::

He was Piper’s prom date tonight. They are out gallavanting as we speak, and I’m sure they are having adventures.

I know this to be true because firstly, Landon is stunningly wry and funny. I could hardly get a picture of Piper with her mouth closed this afternoon, as a volley of Teh Funneh kept erupting from his mouth.

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:: subtle ::

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:: red-faced glee ::

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:: mid flow ::

I guess if you’re a boy there’s no other feeling like the one that results from making a pretty girl rain laughter into all the nearby nooks and crannies. I recall being told that a time or two, anyway.

Secondly, he knows how to embrace the moment. “Hey, let’s get up on the trampoline,” my girl said to him. “You want to? Awesome,” is what he said back.

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:: make your own fun ::

At the beginning of the week, Piper got sick. She missed school and lolled limply in bed Tuesday and Thursday, as a matter of fact. She started to look a little better and managed a few bites of food on Thursday night. I kept hoping against hope that she’d not have to miss her prom, because she has been quietly excited about it ever since we got her dress two months ago. I caught her once silently observing it: As it hung there on her closet door, she unzipped the garment bag and touched the light smattering of sequins and beading, following the cascading and haphazard ruching with her fingertips.

She probably would never say so aloud, but it’s the finest thing that has ever been purchased for her. Piper came to us rough-and-tumble, the Denim Queen in beat-up Vans and tee shirts just a tad too tight. She was all bluster and attitude, but we saw the steady stream of sweetness that fought to push up and out of her, defying the hurt defensive posturing that tried to tamp it down, down, down. She has learned from the women in this family –Roxie, Gwendolyn, Scout and me– that you can be a strong, outspoken woman without sacrificing your femininity. Heels don’t mean you can’t stand your ground and good lipsticks don’t prevent you from being heard. It ain’t flattery if you look good in a skirt; it’s truth, even if only a small part of the whole.

We’ve carefully assembled accessories over the last eight weeks; there were sequined peeptoe mules and vintage opera gloves. The jewelry alone took a four-hour combing of the nearest mall. We discussed hair and make-up and mode of transportation. She was going stag until one day I hit up on a lightbulb moment.

“Hey, why don’t you and Landon go together; you guys are such good friends and I think you’d have a ball.” She approached him with the idea and after he was sure she wasn’t bluffing, he went and rented his tux, got a fresh haircut. Piper and Scout wanted him to fauxhawk it for the festivities, but his mother put the smackdown on that idea but quick.

So Thursday night found her coming back around physically. Tess gave her a facial Friday, and I popped for a surprise massage. I’ve been saving and wanted to spoil her a little. She’s such a great kid, really, and has come so far emotionally in such a short amount of time.

Before I left work yesterday, the bossman pushed forty dollars into my hands. “This is for Piper and Landon. Tell them to put it toward their dinner or something.” I tried to refuse it, but he loves both of those kids (having known Landon for quite some time) and was insistent. We are so lucky, my family….people are so good and gracious to us.

Today we hit the ground running. There was a mani-pedi session to be attended. There was the body polish to be administered and flowers to be picked up. There were reservations to be made. There was hair to be artfully arranged and makeup to be carefully applied. She kept saying at every turn, “Momma, I don’t want you to run yourself to death today.” This finally stopped when the youngish hair magician said to her, “It’s prom, duh.” She quit talking about expenses and asking if I wanted her to pitch in a little while back.

“I’m your mom. It’s my job to see that these things are taken care of.”

She started this morning saying, “I’m. so. EXCITED.” and it grew in pitch and intensity (accompanying arm gestures toward the middle of the afternoon) as the day wore on. I marvelled at this –who is this surprising girl?– the first half-dozen times, and then finally figured it out: This child has never had someone just absolutely make over her, has never known what it feels like to experience something that is solely for and about her and/or her benefit. It was a remarkable epiphany, and I felt grateful that I could be part of the team that provided that to her and showered her with pampering.

When she asked me to do her make-up I was touched; we giggled and shared of ourselves while I applied pinks and browns to her cheeks, her lips, her lids. She just looked so damn beautiful and I wanted to shine a light on her, yelling, “SEE? See what is contained in this kid that several somebodies –including herownself– deemed a throwaway? There is this remarkable young woman that wasn’t beyond redemption!!”

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:: regal ::

They made some good pictures together, those two, because there is a comfortability that their kind of friendship affords; that seems to translate past the dissecting eye of the lens and into your chest while you peek into the captured moments .

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:: babes ::

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:: the old grainery lawn ::

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:: way cool juniors ::

Out of all of them, though, my very most favorite is this one:

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It’s my favorite because it catches the magic, bittersweet juxtaposition between where they are and where they are headed. I’m excited to see who my daughter will become. And I look forward to an hour from now, when she will be home filled with stories to share.

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  1. skillzy 4.22.2007

    Amazing post. And the pics? holy crap! You are the shit, I swear. And remember, it ain’t flattery if it’s true.

  2. Jettomatika 4.23.2007

    I made the statement one time that you can really tell a difference in the pictures of an individual who is being photographed when someone they love and trust is the person behind the camera.

    Maxim said yesterdat, “You know, I don’t think anyone else could have pulled those pictures out of her.” It sort of left me breathless.



  3. Suzanne 4.25.2007

    As I read and look at the pix in this post, a Christina Aguilera song has popped into my head… and I’m actually smiling despite the fact that it’s a Christina song! :-)

    I am beautiful no matter what they say

    Words can’t bring me down

    I am beautiful in every single way

    Yes, words can’t bring me down

    So don’t you bring me down today



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