I knew I was overdue composing a post, but I hadn't gotten any inspiration.
I started something chronicling my hair lengths/colors/cuts, and how that all doesn't really matter because, after all, it's only hair.
I was momentarily taken aback by the realization that my nieces just turned 30. Was having some trouble processing that. But I'll surely be writing more about age as I approach a milestone birthday this fall. No sense in letting that be a topic too often.
I had a lovely evening with the girlfriends at a concert by two Wisconsin "musical humorists." It was a fabulous show, full of laughs. And the company ensures a rejuvenating time. Imagine my surprise, too, when I learned that my sister had seen the same duo years ago. It's not unusual that we would both enjoy the music, but since they aren't exactly a Top 40 act, to find anyone familiar with them was unexpected. But my sister? Who knew?
But then, my son came home from school today...with his cap and gown. As in, mortarboard...as in, graduation. It's just about a month away. Now, it's obviously not a surprise. I knew it was coming. It hit me once earlier this year when we ordered announcements and such. I got a jolt when he reached his 18th birthday. It hit me again when we visited the university he plans to attend this fall. But it whacked me even harder today. One might say it hit me like a brick. The actual gown, the printed announcements with fancy script and vellum-like insert. Can't deny it, and I don't want to, of course. The next big chapter in his life (and mine) is about to begin. It's not a far off "someday." It's real. As I said in January, wow!
The class motto in his announcement is a quotation of John F. Kennedy, in part, "Change is the law of life." I am a law-abiding citizen, and this is a law I wouldn't dream of breaking.
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