I swear I just blinked...

I was just a few weeks shy of turning twenty-one when he was born.

At the time, it was hard enough to imagine being the mother of a baby boy, or a toddler, 

and the teen years were too frightening to even contemplate,

But I'm sure I never even thought to imagine or dream of his high school graduation.

I never imagined him dressed like a grape (or maybe a wizard) in his graduation gown.

:)

Or considered watching him rush off to get to the staging area on time.

I never pictured myself sitting high in the stands 

scanning the rows trying to find my child in a sea of purple and white.

But the moment I saw him and he saw me,

well... there was no doubt that I had found my kid.

:D

Because, I had never spent time imagining this day,

(and because my personal graduation experience was soooo much different than this)

I didn't know how I would feel.

Would I get all emotional and cry?

I'm not usually a sappy, teary kind of person.

I can't deny the fact that there was a little lump in my throat 

and maybe a little extra moisture in my eyes

as I watched him walk down the aisle to the strains of  "Pomp and Circumstance."

And I have been proud of him since the day he was born,

so when I watched him walk across the stage to accept his diploma,

the feeling I felt was quite familiar.

I am SO proud and SO pleased to see the man that he is becoming.

But I also love the glimpses of the little boy he once was.

Love you, Kevin.

Congrats!

You make us proud.

you capture: purple