Yesterday, I stepped back into time. Back to 1990 when I was just a wee 17 year old graduating from high school. It was exciting to think about what my future held. I would be heading off to college in less than four months; living “on my own” in my dorm room, experiencing some freedom. Finally.

I mean, after all … I had just finished 12 years of Catholic school. Yes … twelve years. Don’t get me wrong … I am very appreciative of the education I was lucky to receive. And I truly do admire all the sacrifices my parents made to send both Dr. Bro and I to a private school. But to say that I left high school just a little naive about the world, is an understatement. It’s no wonder I turned out the way I do, feeling like I need to break out of my shell at all times, yet sensing the guilt that would inevitably follow.

So where am I going with this? Well, yesterday my youngest cousin just graduated from high school. The same Catholic high school that I graduated from eighteen years ago. Except these graduates were so much younger looking than I remember being. And they looked pretty wet behind the ears, too. But they were also full of energy and enthusiasm and so open and willing to experience everything in life. They were so ready to break out of their cocoon. And honestly … I couldn’t be more excited for them. For my cousin.

Because their life is just truly beginning. And what I wouldn’t do to be able to feel like that again …

Congratulations, Dear Cousin!
I am so very proud of all your accomplishments!