A week ago on Sunday, May 20th, Mikaela graduated from high school. It had to be at least 150 degrees in that gym. Really uncomfortable. But as I watched her appear in the doorway on the arms of two classmates, time froze.
Pomp and Circumstance kept playing, while my eyes filled with tears. Where had the time gone with my little girl? When had she become the lovely young woman walking down that aisle in cap and gown?
I started remembering little snippets of the past: colic and potty training, bubbles and finger paintings, training wheels and library books, picnics and basketball practice, homeschooling and skinned knees, dance recitals and cardboard box houses, birthday parties and craft projects, braces and term papers, braided hair and shopping trips, homecoming dresses and sleepovers, band concerts and madrigal dinners, report cards and car rides. I had been there for it all and treasured each moment.
|Mikaela and Selah|
|Mikaela and Jessica|
|Mikaela, Jessica, Nat, and Peak|
|Mikaela with Ali|
|Mikaela, Maimie, and Saidie with Shaelyn and Ashlyn|
Twenty five years ago I was the one in cap and gown, full of promise, wondering where life would take me. Now it's my daughter's turn. Perhaps twenty five years from now she will be reflecting on where life has taken her, recalling the memories, counting her blessings.
|Four generations in 1994|
|Four generations in 2012|