So much pride, joy and happiness here yesterday as we celebrated the accomplishment of my youngest son – the “baby” brother.
He was accepted into medical school!!
There were also many, many phone calls, hugs, laughter, teasing (from the big brothers), toasts made, wine and champagne consumed and premature requests for prescription drugs.
And, oh, yeah, tears. Mine. That’s what mothers do.
(It’s taken me all day to clue in, but I think I have a bit of a hangover. Can’t remember when I last had one. Could it have been the champagne? And is it only 6:00 p.m.?)