Brennen brought home his cap and gown from school today and mamma almost lost it.

It’s time. My 6-foot-tall baby is going to graduate Saturday, move into an apartment near campus late this summer, and I selfishly won’t have his daily smiles and hugs. My arms feel empty at the same time my heart soars with pride.  He has overcome mountains and 18 years ago, in a heartbeat, he taught me unconditional love.

I know I praise my boys often, and probably to some, annoyingly, but they are both so deserving of every word.  I was talking to a new friend a few days ago and remarked that I really feel my God-given purpose is to be a wife and mother.  She “got me.”  There is nothing in the world I would rather be doing then basking in their love and caring for my children and husband.  My very closest (too-far-away) friend “gets me.”  The Lord and my husband “got me” too, and therefore, we have an exceptionally joyous change happening in our lives this July (no, I’m not pregnant, although there’s nothing I would love more).

Beware, my bloggy friends, there will be many gradation updates in the next week.  You’ve been duly warned! :-p