After going to the first hour of church and bawling like a baby (which I swore I wouldn't do), Dave and I headed to Nick's Crispy Taco's for lunch (we used to walk there every Friday night was Audrey was a baby), came home, reapplied my face and took some Advil because I had cried so hard, and then headed to graduation, where I cried like a baby all over again.
Dave's name getting called. He is starting to wave to us, his cheering squad in the balcony.
Receiving his diploma.
My Dad was able to hood Dave since he is a dentist too, but first a hug.
My Dad, Dave and Dean Furillo
He did it!
One proud family.
Proud parents
Kathy and Roger. They were so nice to come support all the graduates.
The boys.
And of course, the classic jumping picture.
The girls. These girls were so fun to watch The Bachelor/Bachelorette and American Idol with, planned fabulous road trips, great park buddies, threw great girls nights (and baby showers),and made the good times better and the hard times bearable.
The girls with Kathy. We all love her so much.
The whole group. Pretty sure after this picture is when the tears began.
The view driving away from the Masonic Center. I love San Francisco.
After graduation, we all headed to my parent's home to celebrate graduation, and both Dave's and my birthday. We left the kids with my sister (graduation was boring enough for me, let alone Audrey and Joshua). We were excited to see the kids after a fun weekend of parties.
My parents were so nice to have everyone, and everyone was so nice to come help celebrate. It was such a fun time of being together, talking, laughing, eating...
making wishes...
and lots of hugs.
It was a day I will never forget.
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CONGRATS :)
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