In most everyone's life, they can look back and say, "I'll never forget this," or "this impacted me forever," and so forth.
This week is going to be one such occasion for me. My youngest daughter, Ruth, 18, is going to be graduating from high school on Friday. I'm so doggone proud of her I think I need to take some anti-inflammatories for my chest!
With her graduation comes the also inevitable (in her case) college experience. And, my husband and I will be official empty nesters.
Now, I have to tell you that I'm approaching this whole thing with a lot of fear, so to speak, and trembling. We're having a special graduation dinner at our house. These sorts of things usually announce themselves in my life as MAJOR deals. I know some women are party gurus, but I always stress about them.
So, we're going to have fun and easy. Taco salad. Just made for a large group of people. Most everything can be made and fixed ahead of time, so it will be a matter of getting plastic dinnerware out, along with paper plates and cups. Can't forget the ice.
Deep breathing here. Hee, hee, hee, whoo. Where have I heard that before???
My hat is off and my cup is raised to all of those kids who have managed to persevere to graduating from high school. These days, it seems to be more of an accomplishment than the days when I was in school and you didn't dare not graduate!