I read a creative nonfiction essay at my convocation. I was super nervous,but as I sat on the stand, reading over my paper and hoping I wouldn't mess up,
our little boy kicked me
just hard enough to remind me that he's there--
I think he wanted me to know I'd do well.
I mean, if I can grow a child, I can certainly read something to a room full of people.
Both of those with Heavenly Father's help, of course.
And here's my handsome husband listening intently during his own convocation.
The past two days have been busy, full, and fast. Our families were here, as were my grandparents (the Woods). They're gone now (except for my brother Josh who's hanging with us until we move on Monday).
It's quiet.
I don't quite know what to do with myself. Who am I now that I'm not a student anymore? What do I do next?
Our little boy seems to know. I'm glad he's there to remind me.
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