06/16/2026
Last week, our oldest graduated from high school.
I still don't quite know how that's possible.
For years, graduation felt like one of those milestones that belonged to other families. Something that would happen someday. And then suddenly, there we were, sitting in the stands watching her walk across the stage.
Like many parents, I found myself thinking about all the versions of her we've known along the way. The little girl who held our hands crossing the street. The kid who asked a million questions. The teenager who gradually needed us less and less, while somehow making us even prouder.
People always say it goes fast. They're right.
Not because the days were short. Some seasons felt long. There were busy schedules, practices, homework, late nights, early mornings, and all the ordinary moments that make up a childhood.
But somehow those ordinary moments add up to this.
A graduation cap.
A diploma.
The beginning of whatever comes next.
I'm incredibly proud of the young woman she's become. Not because of her accomplishments, though there have been many. I'm proud of her character, her work ethic, her kindness, and her willingness to pursue big goals while staying true to herself.
As parents, we spend years teaching, guiding, encouraging, and sometimes worrying. Then one day you realize they're ready to write their own story.
It's a strange mix of pride, gratitude, excitement, and just a little bit of disbelief.
To those of you celebrating graduates this year, congratulations. These milestones belong to them, but they mean something pretty special to the people who've had a front-row seat to the journey, too.