It feels odd to think that one of my boys is now a graduate. Part of me feels like it's been an eternity; part of me feels like it wasn't too long ago I was dealing with him as a stubborn two year old. It begs the question "where did the time go?" But that question has been asked and answered.
My job is done. But not really. I have an (almost) adult child. Just like my dad said when I got my driver's license, "Just because you got your license today doesn't mean that you're now an expert driver." My dad always has such sage advice. The same principle can apply to being an adult. Just because he's a graduate, just because he'll soon be 18, these things mean something - but not much. There's still so much growing to do. I hope he grows throughout his life.
I still don't know what he'll be when he grows up. He doesn't know either and that's okay. He has passed this milestone and is on to the next.
Now for some pics:
|The boys and proud mama.|
We had the sweet surprise of East Coast family for the affair. My Dad and sister flew out just for the event. I couldn't have been happier.
|The family (including Auntie Chris and Grandpa).|
This post would not be complete without the obligatory embarrassing photo. I could've found some butt shot from his baby-hood, but instead I chose the picture I took this morning. Yes, he still loves his Snoopy, a gift from his Auntie when he was born. He's going to kill me for this.
|He's still my baby.|