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Graduation



Serenity graduated from Kindergarten yesterday.

I'm so proud of her.

She looked so beautiful, took time during the ceremony to continually wave at her little brother, she sang in french, she sang in spanish, she sang every word. I love the look on her face when she's laughing. I love the way she interacts with her friends. I love how she can lead a group. I love the way she makes other people special even when the moment is hers.

Some people light our lives up from the very second that we meet them.

You go, girl.






Comments

Anonymous said…
Serenity, CONGRATULATIONS on your graduation from Kindergarten! And good luck on your next big adventure - Grade 1.

I must say, your dress is absolutely gorgeous! And so is your smile and your lovely little face! I think you are a most beautiful graduate!
Natalie said…
Gorgeous little one. :D
Chuck Dilmore said…
awesome!
congratulations!

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