graduation days, and the end of innocence
The little bro had his grade 8 grad this week, so now it’s on to high school and all of the new experiences and growing up that he’ll have to do.
I’ve never seen him as excited as he was on the night of graduation. He looked very grown up and quite good looking (if I wasn’t his sister, I’d even say hot — I’m sure the girls there thought so anyway). We got to the arena where the ceremony was and this girl in a pink dress gave him a big hug.
Hmmm…interesting I thought.
Dad and I scoped out the program when she came out and found out who she was — coincidentally the same name as the girl he seems to talk to on line a lot…
We start to leave and I run into one of his friends (my adopted little brother, as I like to say) and ask who he came with. After he answers I ask who my brother came with — he answers with the name of the girl in the pink dress.
Haha! I knew it!!
I see another hug transpire, then we get to the place were the dance is going to be held and she finds him again.
I walk directly across the gym, grab the camera from my dad and head over to the cute couple (who, I found out later went just as friends — sure…) and ask if I can take a picture. She was BEAMING! Like SO excited that this was happening. All in all, she seems like a good girl, and very cute, so I approve if this is something the little guy wants to persue. I was so excited — and watching these kids interact was just so reminicient and so sweet. Now, onto high school and the trials that come along with it. They seem collectively, like a good group of kids and that the trouble they’ll get into will be the good kind. The learning kind. Here’s hoping.
Congratulations little bro and I know you must be sad leaving a place where you received high academic standing and achievement in music, citizenship and leadership, but you also have a strong foundation for the challenges that lay ahead.