Being Chuck

I don’t know why this was prompted by these pictures and not anything else before this. Maybe it’s because I didn’t get to be there. I only got to see pictures.

Becky, I’m still sorry and sad I was stupid enough to miss your high school graduation, and now I’m sad I missed Ben’s college graduation.

It’s weird to look at pictures of my younger brother graduating and being ordained. In the same way it was weird to watch my younger sister graduate college. In the same way it’s weird to see Becky’s white coat, it’s weird to see pictures of Ben’s ordination.

(Sorry Jenny, you will have an opportunity to be thought of in a weird way too. It just hasn’t happened yet.)

We’re getting older and becoming adults, learning to be responsible (kind of).

It’s not always fun “growing up,” but it’s pretty cool.

I guess I’m trying to say:

I’m proud of you, Becky.

I’m proud of you, Ben.

I’m proud of you, Jenny.

I’m not sure I’ve said that to any of you before. But I definitely am, and I definitely should have.