


It's official. Our girl is all grown up. We sweated our way through a graduation ceremony, without air conditioning, and watched Cailyn march barefoot up the isle to claim her diploma. I was congratulated several times but have to say the accomplishment was all Cailyn's. I like to think we gave her a foundation but the wings she sprouted all on her own. (in case you can't tell that's Cailyn sitting cross legged on the end.)