Our Spim-meister is graduating from high school today (or, at least, we’re celebrating his graduation today)–so I’m gonna be spending time with family this afternoon.
Timothy is the last of the boys, leaving only Grace still in high school. He has the singular distinction of being the only high school senior currently in the church youth group.
He’ll be attending the University of Nebraska-Lincoln this fall, studying Biological Systems Engineering as pre-med. Next January, he’ll go off to Marine boot camp and other training. He’ll resume his studies in the fall of 2011 as a Marine reservist.
Preparing his photos for the celebration this afternoon, I’ve been struck by how quickly he’s grown and how roles and relationships change over time.
I was a witness to his birth (not by my parents choice–I was just a curious little gal) and, while I helped out with John, Timothy was really the first baby that I helped with the care of from the beginning.
But somewhere over the course of the past 18 years, Tim has gone from a helpless baby that I diapered to a mature young man that I consider a friend as well as a brother.
God has been good to us. He certainly has.
As your Great Grandma said, “Thank God for ALL of us.”