I Don't Even Have Words.

I am not often at loss for words.

But as I have just completed around 21 years of formal education, minus a semester, but counting some summers, I find that I must have used up most of my words there because I can't find the right ones now.

I knew I would be sad in a way.

I knew I would feel free in a way.

And I am a mix of those things. And I can't really explain how or what other emotions I am.

Tired. Excited. Lonely. Thrilled. Relived. Nervous.

mmm. hmm.

(Poor Handsome. He just loves me when I am such a mix of things. And that is when he encourages me to call my mom).

And in the culmination of my schooling, I suppose its only fitting on Mother's Day weekend to also give acknowledgment to one of the most integral parts of my completion: my sweet mom.

Through late night projects, book readings, many a teary phone call, frustrated rant, elated celebration, and one too many paper read-throughs, you have helped me.  I really couldn't have done it without you.

Thanks for everything Mom.