Twenty-two years ago, I had a little bit of a freak-out due to the knowledge that I was getting yet another sibling. And, it's true that when he arrived, it tilted the balance of our family a little.
But damn, I'm glad he showed up. Someone in this family had to be the comedian. Someone in this family had to be musical and play the banjo at our campfires. Someone in this family had to wear a kilt and aviator glasses on a daily basis.
Yep, he graduated. What Clayton is going to do now, no one really knows. I think Mom and Dad are happy he made it. I'm just happy he's around and he's my brother and I can give him endless grief about his wardrobe and girlfriend choices.
Also, I was ecstatic that it was sunny and 80 degrees on the day he graduated. While Portland sat in a seeping drizzle, I was constantly re-coating myself with sunscreen. HA! Take that, PDX!
We forgot to include Brian and Ritchie in this picture. Ailey was in Liberia. Also, Haze melted and Baby Eli fell asleep. Oh well. No family is perfect.
We did make a concerted effort to take a perfect family picture back at the cabin. Haze was in full-on 2-year-old mode and didn't really want to cooperate.
She was, however, perfectly content to dance with Daddy.
The perfect end to a pretty perfect day which will subsequently be followed the next morning by a perfect bike ride with my husband.
P.S. That bike ride the next day? I got up to 52.9 miles per hour on a downhill. That was super rad.
P.S. That bike ride the next day? I got up to 52.9 miles per hour on a downhill. That was super rad.
