Just a little over 18 years ago, I watched my son come into the world. Born at Baptist Hospital, I was there to witness the event.
Yesterday, I watched him take that ceremonial step into adulthood as he accepted his high school diploma.
I got to shake his hand. He gave me a hug. I got to tell him that I was proud of him. He gave me a smile, and told me he was glad I could be there.
He was given the John Philip Sousa Award.
Because the person who gave me the ride down to my son's home town, about an hour's drive from Nashville, had to get back, I couldn't stay too long. But it was a good few minutes I got to spend with my son. Quality time.
My daughter was there too, and though at our last encounter she seemed a bit leery of me, before I left, she came around from her mothers side to give me a hug too.
I couldn't have asked for more.