I have only been to two highschool graduations. Tonight will be my third.
My first was my very own. It was May of 1990. The reason that’s significant is because somewhere there is a polaroid pic of me in my cap and gown with my baby sister, well, looking like a baby. Because she was a baby! She was only a mere 11 months old when I graduated highschool. Stacey’s graduation was next. I was seven years older, working my sales job and had been married to Mike for 2 years. I can remember that day well too. I even remember what I was wearing because I wore it to work and raced to the ceremony. I remember thinking here I am, where did the last seven years ago and why is my little sister graduating highschool? Well, now here we are.
There are a million thoughts going through my head right now and with two children asking me what I am doing every 2 minutes it is making it rather hard to even know where I am going with this post. Which reminds me, I am really looking forward to the next two highschool graduations I will attend.
So, there we go.