I made it.
Yes, I cried....almost immediately. Yes, she cried..privately, when she hugged my neck and whispered in my ear, "Thank you."
We have graduated our first born from high school.
She looked so beautiful and we were so proud. Not just of her academic achievements, but of the young woman she's become.
So many family and close friends there to celebrate this wonderful moment in our lives.
Those that were there the day she entered this world. Those that were there when she took her first steps, said her first words. Those that were there when we decided to leave public school and those that were there when we took our first steps into homeschooling. Those who've cried with her over broken relationships and the deaths of friends. Those who sold her her first car and who watch (with their stomachs in their throats) as the poor car never stays in the driveway for long. (She bought her car from our neighbors)...Those that were there who work with her everyday and mean far more to her than the label, 'co-worker'.
Those that couldn't be there, but were lifting her up in prayer because they knew that meant the most.
Friends and family listening to Beth speak on her school years.
Holding the gift that her 'little brother' gave her.
Beth with Mom and Dad after receiving her diploma.