MaxiMe turns 18 tomorrow. I cannot
Well, here it is. Six months after I started this post. I never even came back to finish my original thought, so evidently I truly could not...
Last Friday night MaxiMe received his High School diploma. He’s headed to the same Uni where I finished up a long and glorious (or was is rambling and disjointed) BS degree about a millionty years ago. I’m excited and nervous and jealous as he sets out on this new adventure. With the Covid virus still raging, things are fluid and MaxiMe is having to find a level of flexibility that I would have never connected to at 18 years old.
He’s a great son. He’s a great human. He’s brilliant and hilarious. He’s kind and caring. He’s a people pleaser and an animal lover. I happen to think he’s handsome and a lot like me, too.
My main hope right now is that people treat him as well as he treats them. If so, the world is going to be OK.
