Houston we have a Doctor

This past week my daughter became a PhD. That's right, a Ph friggin' D. Alright, this is too much. Last month she was tricycling like a banshee around Jordan Drive. A couple of weeks ago, she was playing a munchkin in the Willoughby Fine Arts production of the Wizard of Oz. Last week she was posting "No Trespassing" signs on her bedroom door, harassing the hell out of her little brother, and scaring the hell out of her mother and me, learning to drive. I swear to God it was just a few days ago she was a pirate from Penzance and graduating from Riverside High School. She just got married yesterday, for cryin' out loud. Where did it go. Time is supposed to be sands in an hour glass, not water over Niagara Falls!
Today she is Dr. LaForce. DOCTOR! This is just nuts. Our Melanie. "The Goose", is a doctor. I find little comfort in the fact that every parent, with the possible exception of Mrs. Hitler and Barbara Bush, has felt this swelling of pride and then the poignancy of that pride being gnawed at by the concrete realization that a crapload of time has gone by in the blink of an eye. And our kids don't stop. Every time we turn it around it's "someone graduated" here, someone "got married" there, someone "got an award" for this, someone "won the Nobel Prize" for that. OK, let's not get hysterical here.
My point is that these kids were supposed to stop costing us so much money, but we're always celebrating something or other. If they don't knock it off, we are going to go broke just in "congratulations" cards. And of course, it's not just our kids, it's all of our friends kids. I guess I shouldn't gripe. At least none of them have gone into social work.
I just hope they're takin' care of those gums.
From all us parents to all you kids, Thanks.

Love
Mom and Dad