And the good ones set standards and bars and traditions.
When I recall my own graduation day, I remember having lunch with my Mom... a fancy lunch. Or at least, it was a fancy place. Except that, alongside their sandwiches, they served chips... still in the bag. We laughed a lot that day... and I have laughed about those chips for years!
Friday, Eric and I took our graduation-girl to lunch.
Someplace fancy-ish... someplace special.
A celebration of her and the day to come... a calm before the storm.
So we made a memory, of our own.
To celebrate her and all that is to come.
And someday we'll see if the tradition is carried on.Maybe, maybe not... but Friday was beautiful and as perfect as I could imagine.