The morning before my own graduation, I stood with my dad on our front porch. I remember him telling me that after graduation, I would probably never see 90% of the people I had shared those short years of my life with.
I didn't want him to be right.
It has always struck me how four short years can seem so monumental yet be so small on this long road of life.
Even in an unpleasantly cold rain, this is the best cheering section ever.
We found her there in the back row with the blue stole.
She stood to be recognized as a high honor recipient.
I think a huge weight just lifted off her shoulders.
She even gave me a heel click off the field. That's my girl!
I think she's a little bit of a teacher's pet.
Man, I hope for her that my dad's words are wrong. I will miss seeing every one of these kids as they trickle off to do great things.
I could feel her heart breaking as she was saying final goodbyes to some she'd not see for a really long time.
We couldn't be prouder to call her ours.
And then to celebrate and soak in the fact that they are mine, right here, right now, for just a minute longer.
Congratulations Celia! You did it!!