A trek to my older son's university for graduation. And yes, I cried when I caught sight of my little boy entering the arena in his cap and gown.
Well, maybe not so little. And okay, not a boy. But I'm a proud mom, so humor me for my misty-eyed view. I find these milestones both joyous and difficult. Degree in hand, he is taking some time to work and travel and consider grad school options. I look at him and see that his path is outward. As it should be. I know that's his future calling.
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