Tomorrow’s the day.
Tomorrow my older daughter graduates from high school.
All schoolwork is done and turned in. All tests taken. All hurdles jumped.
We’ve worked so hard for this day. I can say “we” because it was my work, too. It’s a good thing. I’m glad for it, and glad the work is completed.
My younger daughter finished her freshman year today, and she is gleefully throwing papers in the recycling bin. “Mary, come see!” she says. Now they are both in Leah’s bedroom, talking and giggling. The sound is so beautiful it hurts – it spears into my heart and radiates all the way down to my feet.
Love hurts, but not like the Nazareth song describes. It’s just so strong! Waves and waves of it, beautiful and strong and overwhelming.
When my Mary was born, I discovered a whole new appreciation for Mary the mother of Jesus. The last couple of years have been hard, watching my baby suffer. How in the world did Jesus’s mother bear it when he was suffering under the weight of the past, current, and future sin of the whole world?
I also discovered a new appreciation for how much God loves us – that He loves me even more than I love my babies. That is too much, too wonderful, for me to fathom.
I’ll be doing lots of crying tomorrow. Admittedly, it doesn’t take much to make me cry. But this is special.
It’s a good accomplishment, this graduation. It’s a good sound, my girls laughing together. It’s a good thing, this love.