I remember when I was in fourth grade and you were born.
And now you're almost a foot taller than me.
And a grown up.
And officially out of high school.
You made it!
12 years of public school education (13 counting kindergarten)!
You didn't quite escape with all of your teeth, but hopefully you won't lose anymore any time soon. And really, I didn't make it out of high school with all of my teeth either.
Rough mountain living.
Or slick river rocks.
In the fall you're off to San Francisco State University.
I hope you love it.
I'm sure you'll have some adventures.
Happy Graduation James.