It was graduation week last week. The first one was our homeschool group promotion/graduation ceremony. I'm still not getting the reason behind the promotion part, but I'll move on.
Rachel & Samuel have been great friends for years. This is their kindergarten promotion picture.
This is finishing 4th grade. I actually have one for every year with the 2 of them.
And one with big brother. His hero.
And then it was Stevie's graduation. I have to say, I have been to tons of graduations. Both family and kids I have taught. Stephen's graduation was my absolute FAVORITE!! It was one of the most precious things I have ever witnessed, and I was thakful to be a part of it.
Hoops, Chloe & Stevie.
Receiving his diploma & awards. We were all very proud of him.
On Sunday, I dragged John to Dante's to get fitted for his tux. He was the only one left (along with Samuel, because I didn't want to make 2 trips. And John would not have gone without me. He barely went with me. )
He whined and complained the whole time. His idea of formal dress during the summer is a pair of linen shorts, a dress shirt, tie and blazer. Oh, with his Teva's. Unless it is terribly formal, then he will wear his penny loafers. He tried to talk me into convincing the kids to let him wear that. Not so much.
He whined as I dragged him out of the house, the whole car ride there, to the guy at the store, while trying it on ( and can I say, he looked terribly handsome. I was kicking myself for forgetting a camera) and then knowing he was going to whine all the way home, I suggested we stop by the park, so he could forget about it for a while.
When we got to Dante's, the guy pulled out the file, and since we were the only ones left to be fitted, he figured out John's role. Then he said with his eyes popping out " YOU are the father of the bride???!?!?!" I guess most father of the brides look a little older and GET HAIRCUTS.
And so less the 3 weeks, and my daughter will become his wife.