My house is in the middle of two graduations. It’s the thing that happens when your children are four years apart. But, that is not the subject of my blog. I promise, much to follow on those subjects.

As I write this blog, I am sitting here perusing my son’s high school yearbook. I intentionally ordered doubles of both yearbooks. I decided that when I was old and grey (next year . . .) and my children were no longer under my roof, I was going to want to be able to reminisce about their high school and college years and follow their classmates.

I admit that I still have my own high school yearbook and when I want a good laugh, I tour through that book too. Let’s not even talk about hairstyles and dress back in the old days.

Where is your yearbook?