When I graduated from high school it was in Symphony Hall in Salt Lake City.
We had close to 400 in our graduating class so we all fit and I loved and hated it at the same time...(loved it because it was beautiful and exciting, but hated it because I was not ready to graduate from high school I loved it so).
That night we stayed up all night long at some big party the school sponsored and my closest friends and I headed up the canyon in my big suburban at sunrise listening to "Forever Young" blasting out of the stereo with tears trickling down our cheeks.
Dave had a huge graduating class here in the desert that was apparently a more raucous group in contrast to our serious celebration at Symphony wall.
In some ways that seems like yesterday to Dave and me, and here we are with a son who has graduated.
His ceremony was a little different from mine at Symphony Hall, probably more similar to Dave's but much more orderly (according to Dave). Max had close to 900 in his graduating class.
We had to go save seats on the bleachers of the football field many hours in advance. We ate dinner as the sun went down.
See Max with his big smile in the middle below?
It was an unusually cooler evening than is typical in the desert with a warm breeze which was pretty awesome compared to the stories of intense heat I've heard.
As they announced Max's name I shot this pic. of my good-luck charm (more about that HERE).
I said a little prayer of sincere gratitude that all those credits from China really went through just fine, for our awesome counselor who helped us so much. For all the teachers who have filled my son's brain with knowledge over the years as a foundation as he heads out into the world. For the friends he has found and loved, for the volleyball team he got to play on, and for all the experiences (bad and good) that high school has weaved into his life to make him grow stronger and more aware.
School is such an incredible blessing for which I am so very deeply grateful.
Then they switched their tassels and threw up their hats and just like that, our son became a high-school graduate.
I was just fine emotionally as we searched for Max until I found Elle first (she had been sitting with friends). Her eyes were filled with tears, and then I just lost it.
These two sure love each other.
And these girls who have built him up so much as well.
So grateful for these volleyball "brothers" who were at his side so much of his time in high school and their great influences:
It was Grace's graduation from 8th grade that day so here are our two graduates:
How I love this boy of mine.