We’ve done well as parents – it takes a long time before you can say this – one married, a home owner and financially independent from us; the other a bachelor in the fine art of graphic design.
We watched beaming with pride as Tessa strode among the 62 other Montserrat graduates to the podium on her 5 inch heels and in her disposable black gown and cap to receive her diploma. She was one of 6 with high honors, her name marked with two asterisks in the program. Yeah for Tessa!
Sitting on the deck of one of our favorite restaurants in Gloucester, we celebrated her accomplishment by ordering a sushi boat – one of those things I often fantasized about in Kabul but totally out of our reach over there.
Afterwards we strolled along Bearskin Neck and touched all the jewelry pieces in several stores before landing in Corey’s workshop where Tessa hangs out a lot to shoot the breeze and admire his wonderful paintings – several of which she has already acquired over the last few years.
Back home Axel pulled out the kayaks, it was that kind of summer evening, and paddled across the full cove, breathing in the salty sea air that we so miss in Kabul.
Still somewhat jet-lagged I retired early just as the first part of the two day long party was starting.
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