I’m, in typical fashion for an early bird, the only one up the morning after graduation night.
I watched our first-born child graduate last night.
It was a night of violent weather and the need for flexibility. Kind of like a progressive supper where you eat a different dish of a multicourse meal at a number of different houses, we started on the football field and ended up in the gym to finish the ceremony…a mad dash in the rain towards the “finish line”…maybe more fitting than we appreciated at the time.
It was a progressive celebration.
I love this Mr. Rogers appearance. He encourages gratitude. I love that.
There was a lot of love on that field…and in that gym.
These young people worked hard to arrive at this point of moving on to something new.
These children are a product of the love we feel for them…as we are the product of the love of family and friends who care for us.
The full measure of the gratitude that we should feel towards those who love us doesn’t sink in immediately.
We usually feel it when we least expect it.
I guess the important thing is that we all feel it at some point.
Our children teach us as much sometimes as we teach them.
I am grateful for my daughter.
Happy Graduation, Zoe.