He is very much his father's son. They are hands on, fix anything, build anything--kind of people. I think his real passion lies in set building and design, which he was the head of during his time in high school. I hope he is able to figure out what is the best road that will help him accomplish his goals...whatever they may entail.
What a proud moment, for his parents--who had him their senior year in high school. How far they have come in their joint parenting through the years to benefit his success. I wish I had been there after the two hour ceremony to see him and celebrate in person, but someone wasn't feeling well so sadly, we headed to the car. I sent this picture to wish him well and I should have known in today's tech savvy society, the guy had his cell phone in pocket as he sat on the track waiting for the barrage of names to be completed. . .
He called us and we were able to wish him well. Bubs asked when he was coming to spend the night again--just what all eighteen-year-olds want to do, right? And that was it. Sadly we missed all the family shots that take place after an event as big as the days. . . and we ended up in Urgent Care in Sunday with said sick, little guy. . .but in that moment--Little's phone call meant the world to both of us, I think.
So, people we have a graduate on our hands. The future is wide open. The possibilities are endless. Adulthood is a constant in his life now and we can only pray he has learned from the lessons his parents, both sets, and other family have taught him. . .it takes a village. It does.
Dad, Godfather, Little, and Second Dad (who handed him his diploma--cool!) |
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