Here I am in Northfield at St. Olaf College. I'm wearing a badge with my name and a black ribbon that labels me as PARENT. How did this happen? Where did the time go? Wasn't it just a couple years ago that I sent her off to kindergarten in a red dress with puffy sleeves and a bow in the back? Now she is graduating. How did I get to be this old? I must not have been paying attention to the passage of time all these years.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
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