Gradual graduation
Today marks the graduation from high school for son #2. Congratulations!
We began the long trek to the diploma back in 1994, so this wasn’t a two-hour movie. The final sprint, today, began at someone’s house, where the difference between the preception and a wedding reception could not be seen in the dress. Tuxedos, ball gowns, parents with cameras. The excitement was palpable, as the papers would say. I found the girls to be akin to gorgeous butterflies. The young men all looked, well, tuxedo-junctioned. Some will never dress this way again.
The bus didn’t show, so all available cars were pressed into duty to get everyone to the Concorde Ballroom with minutes to spare. Literally. We got the piece of paper and son #2 got to go and party. Fair trade rules.
Oh yes, we also had a lovely meal in a local Chinese restaurant, but that wasn’t a scheduled event.
