It's that time of year when those who have applied themselves to study will take the next step, become all that they can be - in other words, graduate. There I sat yesterday, celebrating the commencement of my niece and nephew, hardly able to believe my eyes. It was just yesterday Travis and Taylor were held in soft and squishy little bundles. Where has the time gone?I couldn't have been prouder of the two of them, so bright and beautiful on the inside and out. Travis stood tall and handsome wearing black slacks and a royal blue button down shirt. Tay Tay wore a gorgeous black and white dress that complimented her budding curves. The two who were this family's first arrivals have just survived junior high. And in four short years they will be ready to leave the nest.
Tears filled my eyes as pictures were snapped and gifts opened. After making some kind of a comment that eluded to the fact that I remember the day they were born, I realized something. Only old people can say those kinds of things. So I guess that means I am getting old. (At least to a freshman in high school anyway.) Funny thing is, I don't really mind.
When I was a kid, I remember thinking that anybody over the age of about 23 was old. A person in their thirties was really old, and forty plus was ancient, even dinosaur material! But as I have inched toward those milestones myself, my perspective has changed dramatically.
There is something sweet about moving toward the golden years. Things like watching kids grow adds a richness to life I never knew about. Life is a miracle, and seeing somebody go from diapers to cap and gown is really something.
Lord, bless every tender babe who will be taking that next step. And for those who whippersnappers who are watching, may grace abound.
