I'm pausing a moment to let that fact sink in.
Not that it doesn't seem possible. I know by now how quickly it goes. But still, a momentous occasion. A marker. A passage. A time for parental pride.
Claire has studied hard, worked at least one job throughout college, helped conduct experiments in labs and written a thesis. She graduates with honors and will start a masters in social work program in the fall.
When she graduated from high school I could find Claire by spotting her hot pink sandals. Tonight when Pomp and Circumstance begins to play I'll strain to see if I can pick her out again. She'll be wearing green and gold this time, not maroon. And she'll be older, wiser and more mature than when she went in (of course). But she'll still have that killer smile. And she and I — and the whole family — will know all that went into this.
Happy Graduation, Claire. You did it!