We'll eventually get back to New York, but I have to stop for a moment and catch my breath. This is graduation week at our house, and Friday is the big day. I have been bracing myself for that event for weeks, and while I'd like to pretend I'm going to weather that celebration with a big smile and a cheery Hi Ho, the truth is I'm not ready for it. I thought I had a few more days, but reality set in yesterday. They held the baccalaureate program for the graduating seniors, and when we got ready for church yesterday prior to that event, Teen Angel hollered at me to get her cap and gown. Cap and gown?!! I thought I had five more days until she put that thing on. Not so. I guess I just hadn't thought about them wearing the caps and gowns to the baccalaureate program. Aye, yi, yi.
So there I was, at 2pm yesterday, sitting in a big Baptist church, watching my heart walk right down the aisle and into a pew with dozens of other boys and girls that graduated from preschool just yesterday.
Stop this bus and let me off. Now.