Today my oldest boy graduated Preschool. I know, I know, it’s just
preschool. I’ve heard people make fun of all the myriad graduations we have,
which in theory should in some way diminish the value of the graduations that
counts. Presumably those would be
high school and college. I suppose that’s why they call it a graduation, by
measured advance we go on from one level to another; that being said these are
my boys, this is their graduation and I am proud of them.
And I wasn’t able to be there. I had to fly an airplane to Minnesota. I suppose that occasionally flying
airplanes is what pilots do. Not
being there makes me kind of sad.
I love many things about my job and I really do feel blessed to have it
but in the satisfaction surveys I would definitely say that this is pretty low
on the list.
Michelle sent me a picture of the Beeg standing very proudly
next to his teacher, Miss Michelle, with a silly little blue graduation cap
on. And then I saw another she had
posted on BookFace of the scholar seated on his table with his cousin Ava,
cousin Stella and forever arch nemesis Mackay.
Meema and Buhpa drove all the way from Island Park to be
there though Buhpa had to return to Idaho before the ceremony because they had
mistakenly forgotten some important medication back home. Aunt KK was there with her
aforementioned redheads. And
Grandma Susie did everything she could to be there herself though the doctors
shot that right down. (Something
about a full knee replacement only two weeks ago).
I’ll be honest, with my job and everything I will have going
on in my life I don’t know that I’ll be able to make it to every graduation
these ridiculously awesome boys will have, and I know there will be many, but I
do know that I’ll be proud of them and happy for them every single time. Unless they go to the U.
Congratulations Brigham.
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