Little late posting this. Hey, this brain has been working for seven decades. It takes a day off now and then.
Last Saturday our middle grandson graduated from high school. And, no, that doesn’t make me old—I already was. After all, I’ve been sleeping with a grandmother for years.
Addison in his natural habitat
We drove down to my daughter’s house a little south of New Braunfels, Texas, on Friday afternoon, carefully seeking out all the traffic jams we could find. On I-35 between Fort Worth and San Antonio, that’s not a difficult task, although I was surprised to find one section of road torn up just north of Hillsboro where I-35E from Dallas joins those of us fortunate enough to live near I-35W instead.
The Texas Department of Transportation seems determined to isolate the town of Hillsboro. There’s been ongoing construction south of town for twenty years or so, and they spent several years very recently redoing the I-35E – I-35W junction just north of town. Once they finished that project a year or two ago, traffic flowed beautifully. So naturally they couldn’t leave it alone. Now they’re tearing up all the lovely work they did so recently to redo it again. I guess they’re afraid we taxpayers can’t think of anything better to do with our money.
Anyhow, we got there and visited with our daughter and son-in-law and all three grandsons Friday afternoon. A little later, my ex, Lynn’s mother, and Lynn’s half-sister arrived to join in the visit. Any hatchet was buried many years ago, so we visit like old friends anytime she and I are there together, which is mainly for graduations. She and Sharon get along fine, too.
The grandsons all attend s small Christian school where my son-in-law is the principal of the high school. Well, Austen, the oldest, graduated three years ago, so he doesn’t go there any longer. Anyhow, since it’s a small school, only 24
kids graduates walked across the stage. I always appreciate such blessings.
The ceremony was held at Tree of Life Church in New Braunfels—a very unusual church. They built metal covers over all the parking spaces, so you get to park under cover—handy in rain or searing Texas sun.
Gary and Addison do both have heads, but not here.
A highlight came when they called Addison’s name. As he climbed the steps to the stage, my son-in-law, Gary, traded placed with the school board member who was handing out the diplomas. Gary got to hand Addison his diploma, which was a big thrill to both of them. I think Gary got to baptize all three of the boys also. Neat stuff.
After the ceremony, our family joined the families of three other graduates for a picnic to honor them. Friends from the town where they used to live were there, along with my ex’s brothers, sister-in-law and niece. It was great to revisit relationships with all these people.
Our oldest grandson had to leave as the picnic was getting started. He had to return to Waco where he joined 50 other members of the Baylor University Men’s Choir leaving the following morning on a two-week mission trip to Kenya.
With everything else going on, we didn’t get to visit as much with Lynn & Gary and the boys as we usually do when we go down there, but it was a great trip. And we now have only one grandson left in high school.
We went through the town of Granbury on the way home, a town that was hit by a major tornado a couple of days earlier. Apparently all the damage was around the lake and away from the highway, because we saw no evidence of it at all. Please keep praying for these people as well as those in Moore, Oklahoma, and others hit by these recent storms.
Have you gotten to watch children or grandchildren graduate from high school or college? Tell me about it.
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