Do you remember your high school graduation? I don’t remember where mine was, what was said, or what I did afterwards. Mike says he’s the same way, and that it’s because you’re so excited to get out of there that you aren’t paying attention to any of the details.

I wonder if, in ten years, Little Brother will remember his high school graduation, which happened yesterday.

Surely he will at least remember his excitement…

And SURELY he will remember his graduation socks.

But I wonder if he will remember that it rained…

Or that the cake and ice cream was REALLY good…

He will definitely remember that Mimi and Papaw gave him luggage for a graduation gift, which is what they give all their grandchildren for high school graduation (I’m traveling with mine right now). But he may not remember how curious Cousin Ava was to see what was inside the BIG suitcase…

… and how unimpressed she was to learn that inside the BIG suitcase was… a little suitcase.

But that she was so excited to play with him.

I wonder if he will remember posing for this picture with his big sisters, and that my eyebrows should have gotten a quick smoothing beforehand.

I know for sure that he will remember the awesome and slightly overwhelming sense of freedom that comes when you realize you’ll never again require a note from Mom. (Although he will come to find, as we all have, that there are many times throughout life when you wish a note from Mom was all you needed to get you out of something!)

Congratulations, Ross! And good luck next year at Furman University! I’m proud of you 🙂