I don't have a lot of time today. Too much to do. A ceremony awaits, you see. A celebration long planned, prayed and waited for is looming. So I have packing to do, last minute details I must see to. You know, the kind of things you worry that you'll forget to do and will leave the house without. Beve will ask, "Is it all here--or finished?" and I'll answer just what my father always used to say, "By definition." By this he meant there is nothing we can do about at this point.
We drive across the state for SK's graduation weekend tonight. Yes, her college graduation. A bittersweet time for her as she says goodbye to her beloved community behind the pine-cone curtain, and steps out into the next season of her life. Graduation from college is a lovely, sad moment. One to celebrate the accomplishments but also take a moment to grieve the passing. Plans have begun to take shape for the next season. We look forward with great anticipation. Commencement to it is a time to celebrate as well. I love that we call such a moment both graduation and commencement.
Today, however, is another milestone day as well. And the first paragraph I wrote could have been written almost three decades ago on a sunny spring day in my home town. So, because of what I have to get done today, I thought I'd just share this:
What amazes me about those two oh-so-very-young people (besides how enormous Beve's hand is compared to mine!) is that we thought that because we'd already known each other 18 years, we knew just about everything there was to know about each other. We were so certain. I really hated being a newlywed because I just instinctively felt like we were farther along than that. How naive. How ridiculously naive. It's a little like how a new Christian thinks she knows everything there is to know about Jesus the first year.
Happy Anniversary, Beve.
Now on with the day.