
Really. Graduating from eight grade is not a big deal.
College and High School. They are bigger deals.
But the students from Katie's school have been there since kindergarten. That's a long time at one school. So the staff really make it special.
Tonight is the graduation. I think I will be fine at this.
But this morning as the 8th graders leave the building the whole school lines up and gives the big kids a huge send off.
This chokes me up to even think about it.
I do not want to cry.
I do not want to cry.
I do not want to cry.
How do you stop yourself from breaking out into big sobs when you are in public?
That is my question on this graduation day.
Do you want to know what I told Katie as her big advice on her last day of school?
"Don't fall and break your teeth."
Thanks dad.
Happy Friday.
Send me pointers to hold in the tears.
Encourage one another,
Donna