This sweet boy, my youngest son, is graduating on Saturday afternoon.
That’s tomorrow… just hours away, really.
I’m a little verklempt tonight.
Friends from Virginia and Western WA will recognize him from his grade school years (and also my friend Gary on whose wheel he is throwing a pot).
I blinked and my baby grew up into a handsome young man of whom I am very proud.
Happy Graduation Day to The Scout, a.k.a, SnakeMaster!
Most folks talk about town fathers, but there are town mothers as well.
These women were busy.
They accomplished much.
I was glad to find them being honored.
Their efforts were written about in the newspaper. The Spokesman Review now occupies several buildings, but the corner lot contains the most photogenic of them.
City hall and its doings are also covered by the paper.
The river runs right through downtown. The lower falls are flowing with snowmelt and spring rains. In the shadow from the bridge, the slanting sun and the rising mist from the tumult created a rainbow in the park.
That last sentence about this photo brought on an earworm.
I almost missed the rock roses this year! (Click on that link to see how small these beauties really are.)
Luckily, there were still a few patches in bloom.
I strengthened the color just a wee bit for this photo.
Rock roses come by their nickname honestly.
It’s prom season.
In fact, tonight is prom for my youngest son’s high school.
He’s not going.
He’s not into loud crowds or loud music or pop culture, but none of his brothers have been either, and two out of three of them did attend prom. I don’t know if he would have gone had he not fallen out of that tree.
It’s also the season for announcements of which university the high school graduates are heading off to in the fall. I’ve seen multiple pictures of my friends’ high school seniors proudly holding their acceptance letters and wearing their new college t-shirts. I get a little jealous pang but that doesn’t mean I’m not happy for them. I truly am pleased for the parents and the students.
My youngest son will graduate (thanks to his IEP and his hard work) and he plans to attend the local community college in September. We are still hoping that by the time he has two years of CC under his belt, he will be recovered enough to go on to a full university. But there are no promises. I know it, his dad knows it, and I’m pretty sure he knows it.
We still cling to hope.
I have to keep reminding myself that we are so very lucky to have him as whole as he is, despite the constant headache and the times his brain refuses to function properly for him.
Dear God, I am grateful.
At the same time, though, I sometimes grieve for what he has lost.
He’s two and about to become a big brother (hence the cupcake).
We look forward to meeting little brother in about 6 more weeks.
I was told by someone who works with (but not for) the city that there are four seasons here: almost winter, winter, still winter, and construction.
This road is part of my normal commute. I won’t be driving it until the work is completed this fall.
On Saturday, people of all ages marched and protested against gun violence.
Show me what democracy looks like.
This is what democracy looks like!
Don’t let anyone look down on you for being young. Instead, make your speech, behavior, love, faith, and purity an example for other believers.
1 Timothy 4:12 (NIV)
My hope for the future shines brighter because of “kids these days.” I confess to missing the speeches at the park downtown because I waited to leave my house until the livestreaming of the rally in Washington, D.C. had finished. I’m glad I was able to hear the incredibly moving speeches given there but wish I could have also heard our local teen leaders speaking out. There was an estimated 5,000 people who rallied and marched, and I was proud to be one of them.
November is coming.