Sophie, the Graduate

 

Photo courtesy of the talented Bailey Archer

I didn’t want to home school her all the way through high school–really I didn’t. But here we are and the third child has up and graduated. There’s a grand graduation party in the works. She really blew us all away, what with her perfect grade point and scholarships for her academics and scholarships for her amazing voice.

Small, but mighty, that’s Sophie.

I spent the morning of the graduation making Spinach-Filo Roll-Ups for the reception after the graduation, and sloppy joes , potatoes, and cole slaw for our family dinner after that. Not content with one item in the food line, I had to try a new cake recipe  also, and of course, I had to quadruple the recipe, which ultimately led to the cake entering the oven right around the time we needed to leave in order to be there an hour before the ceremony.

I sent Mel and the kids out the door and begged the cake to hurry up and bake. Guess who left the house before it was done? Me. I turned off the oven with the not-quite-done-cake and hoped for the best.

Have you seen my mother?

As it turned out, I was there ten minutes before the ceremony, so I wasn’t super late. My tardiness proved to be my undoing, however. I sat at the end of the aisle rather than at the first seat. The diploma was on that first seat, which wasn’t important until we were ready to award her with said diploma. From across the room.

Having no way to retrieve the diploma and since she was the first one to receive her diploma, we walked on stage without it.Guess who got a hug instead of her diploma?

Awkward attempt to disguise our forgetfulness.

It all ended well, though. Mel snuck it over to her–I’m sure no one noticed–and she walked across the stage after that tassel was moved and after the class (of nine!) was introduced. Our beautiful third baby, all grown up and stuff.

We match!

Many blessed years, kid. Many blessed years!

P.S. The cake was delicious, by the way. It lasted for a whole week.