Firstborn’s Grad: How Did We Get Here So Soon?
On a night in May, an ordinary night with extraordinary meaning, my oldest son walked across a stage while we all clapped, hard.
On a night in May, an ordinary night with extraordinary meaning, my oldest son walked across a stage while we all clapped, hard.
I keep taking pictures of my kids, these strange and glorious days, because there are four of them and they are all together.