The moment that I watched Benjamin walk across the platform to receive his diploma was a very happy moment indeed.
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[Right after receiving his diploma.]
[the two of us]
Sometimes he regrets not finishing his bachelor's before now, but I'm happy that he waited because it means that I got to share the moment with him. It really was very special to be able to be there quietly though jubilantly cheering for him, knowing that I can be especially proud of all the work that went into getting his degree because I was part of the process.
P.S. I do iron. Really, I do. The wrinkles are from the precious sweetness of a sweetly sleeping baby pressing new folds into my blouse.
1 comment:
I never would have noticed the wrinkles - I was too busy looking at the happy faces and precious baby :)
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