I don’t rightly know how we did it, but we did it. Between road trips, buses, trams, elevators, and flights, my entire family (plus grandparents and an uncle) gathered together on the field of The Master’s University for my eldest son’s graduation. We arrived there quietly, but somehow (wink wink) word got back to Logan.
“Hey, your family’s here.”
“Oh. Wait,” he says, “How do you know?”
“Trust us. They’re here.”
We weren’t hard to miss with our florescent yellow shirts that said, “We know Logan too!” For every time someone in our family had visited the campus during the last few years, that’s exactly what we would hear as we introduced ourselves: “Oh, Logan! I know Logan!”
I admit that when I first saw him, I was a little overcome. And it wasn’t his academic credentials, as impressive as they were (Summa cum Laude, with a BS in Biology). Rather, it was the fact I now had four grown, homeschool graduated children making their way in the world. My eldest daughter was there with her family, s…