Hello friend! My heart is bursting with pride and a little sadness. This is graduation week for our youngest son, a week that came so quickly that I can’t believe we are here. I stayed home with my boys; I saw everything: the first crawl, the first step, and the scraped knee. I heard the hymn at nap time, and I witnessed the first writing of their names. We shared prayers at bedtime. There were mountains of Lego building and endless toys all over the living room floor, and it has been a joy to see it all. There was all the childhood fun and the stretch of a child becoming a man. I saw the determination to succeed, the drive, and the friendships. They experienced their first job and camps. What a joy it has been to witness it! And now we are here, Max’s last day of high school. How can that be? Now it is time to walk and switch the tassel from side to side. I know that this child, my boy Max, will be the one to fly. He will leave and never come back, only to visit. He is our adventurous one, our independent one. For the last four years, he has directed his steps. He made plans and told us what he was doing. It has been so fun to watch. Now, as he closes this chapter, I know he will go forward and do well. I know this because he is a good friend and has built relationships. If there were an award for kindness, Max would get it. So on this last day of high school, Max, I wish you the very best. You’re all prayed up.

As always I’m glad you’re here. Have the best day!

Amy