I thought, when I was sorrowing away getting ready for Max to leave the nest, that if I could rip the bandaid off that time it must surely get better the next time I had to let someone go.
But guess what?
It doesn’t get better.
I just gets different.
Have I mentioned how much I hate letting kids go? Ha!
So we have been wading through all kinds of graduation hoopla (some day I will get to documenting it all), and then there we were on Sunday looking the “beginning of the end” right in the eyeballs.
The “beginning of the end” is Baccalaureate followed by seminary graduation: the first two formal events that send us right into graduation week.
They both always take place on the Sunday before graduation every year.
And they are GOOD I tell you. (This is my fourth one, and every time baccalaureate sure gets me).
You see, our school has such an excellent music program, and the kids get to vote in their favorite teacher for the main speaker, and the principal speaks as well as the student body president, and it’s short and sweet, and FILLED to the brim with music that moves you.
The bagpipes start it all off coming down the aisles with the principal followed by the orchestra playing gorgeous music as all the graduates file in.
Can you spot Claire glistening there in the middle of the crowd as she was walking in in the picture below?
It was fun that the speaker chosen by the students happened to be Claire’s assistant volleyball coach (who is the head coach for boy’s volleyball and who also teaches Spanish):
He knocked it out of the park I have to say.
They always play one of my very favorite songs in the whole wide world:
(“Come Thou Fount”…”Here’s my heart, Lord, take and seal it…”
And when they wrapped up, everyone heads out for pictures galore.
This one’s for you, Carson! (on the left below…he wanted to be on “71Toes” haha), and two other sweet friends:
The moms with their girls:
Then it was home for dinner and to hang out with my cousin and his daughter who were staying with us for a basketball tournament:
And then on to Seminary Graduation.
Yep, she did it.
Four years of seminary. They have “released time” where you take seminary as one of your classes at school here in the desert, which is so nice. I kinda wish Claire had been old enough to experience “early morning” seminary with Max and Elle when we lived in China though. That’s a pretty cool experience too.
So thankful for all the teachers and goodness and light shared right smack dab in the middle of the school day at seminary. And all these cute friends:
And also these awesome cousins…and grandparents who give this girl of ours so much light as well.
As long as we’re talking about seminary graduation let’s go ahead and watch this little clip of MY seminary graduation all those years ago. I put this clip on Instagram the other day because I found it on an old post and remembered who I got to shake hands with:
If you don’t recognize those two last guys I shook hands with, that’s President Hinckley (a former prophet in our church who I LOVE), and also President Nelson (our current prophet who I also love). I was good friends with President Nelson’s son and President Hinckley’s grandson…I can’t remember if we were in the same stake??
Anyway, I digress.
But it seems like in some ways I was JUST there.
And now here I am trying to hold on tight to this girl of mine who is exactly the age I was then.
Thank goodness I get to hold onto her forever (even if she’s leaving to spread her wings).