All right. What else? Oh – I graduated! Well, kind of. I walked across the stage, anyway. It was a good day, overall. It was broiling hot and our gowns were heavy and black. Ick. I was glad I ended up wearing something sleeveless under it and a cotton skirt with no hose. I had a feeling I was graduating with honors but I wasn’t quite sure how that worked. So when I got to BVU that morning they handed me this envelope and inside was this medal on a blue ribbon. I assumed that was an honors ribbon but I didn’t know what it meant. So, I asked the people who gave me the envelope. The one lady said, “Well, that means you’re graduating summa cum laude – congratulations!” Well – what do you know? I sure am proud of that thing, though. After I was finally able to shed the robe later that afternoon I kept the ribbon on – just because. And then I kind of forgot about it. Until around 9 pm when we got back to Des Moines and I went into Krispy Kreme to get doughnuts for David’s birthday the next day. The clerk said, “Now that’s a real fancy medal you got there from Buena Vista University! Did you graduate today?” I felt kind of embarrassed because I wasn’t intending to show off.
Ellie has been awful lately – a lot of what I would call “2 year old” behaviors. Lizzie bought her snacks for camp last week and they’ve been setting on the dining room table ever since. Today she discovered that nearly every package has been opened and sampled – stuff like that. Ellie got into the paint in Lizzie’s room today. In the last couple of days she has lied to me twice – which is why she is not going to Flip Squad tonight. It’s hard and I don’t know if it will ever get better.
Last Wed. was the 5 year anniversary of Paul’s death. That felt significant – probably just because of the way I view dates and years. It was just the Littles and me. Ben and David were at camp and Will – well, he’s never really been into commemorating the day. He once commented that his way of dealing with his dad’s death was to just get on with life. I have a feeling Paul would have been the same way. So that morning Sam and Lizzie had dental appointments. After we were done we ran up to Hy Vee and got some flowers. Then we went to the cemetery and I cleaned the headstone. It had been awhile since I had done that. I turned around and there was Ellie with her face buried in her hands. Her shoulders were shaking and tears were just streaming down her face. The other two were off examining other graves and oohing and ahhing over the flower arrangements left on the recent Memorial Day. I held her close and reminded her that someday we’ll see Dad again. But it’s a reminder that underneath her naughtiness and immaturity lies a broken heart. I took some pictures and went home and posted on Facebook. Maybe I’m a narcissist at my core, but that did make me feel better.
Well, there’s a lot here in this post. I need to leave soon to pick up Ellie from VBS (and if anyone needs Bible school, it’s that girl! Kidding…kind of), but I have one last funny to end on.