Remember the days when each family was allotted two tickets for family members to attend graduations ceremonies? And if you were unlucky, you received four; now you have to sort out which grandparents will be awarded the treat of sitting on a hard bleacher in a hot auditorium. It’s a new day: For the second year in a row, we sat comfortably in front of a keyboard in Massachusetts and watched a grandson in New Jersey receive his high school diploma. As much as it would be nice to be there in person, my comfy chair and white wine definitely eclipsed two hours in the hot sun.
And we’re not done yet. We still have an upcoming thirteen-year old and a set of four-year old twins to go.
But it still amazes me that two of these boys splashing in the
puddle at our last house are now six foot+ college guys.