Steven had a bit of a hard time working up any excitement for grad; he said something to me (more than once) about it not being that big of a deal.
And of course, we expected he would graduate from high school, but that doesn't make it less important.
(Yes, I know. I match. I realized I would before I left the house, but it was what I felt like wearing.)
Steven has been lucky to have many lifelong friends.
I remember this same thing happened at Grade 9 Grad, always one more person to add to the picture.
The requisite portrait. I really need to distribute this to the grandparents.
Future BYU roommate, Triton.
I am relying fully on photos from other parents - I relaxed at home while Steven went out on the gruelling photo shoot.
Friends and dates.
The guys.
Honestly, the food wasn't great, but the company was entertaining. The kids bought tickets at neighbouring tables to their parents rather than mixing the generations - which was probably more fun for everyone.
I got my dance!
Then we left the kids to do their own thing, and I may never have pictures of the after grad party, but I'm sure it was spectacular. I don't think anything could beat the party set-up at the Remington's!
