My firstborn turns 23 today, and I find myself this morning ironing his first white dress shirt for his first “real” job interview. He’s been working for years, but just graduated from college, with 2 degrees, and is ready for the “real” world. Today, he goes for a “real” interview, with a real police chief, for a job with a real police department, as a real police officer.
He’s very excited and not at all nervous.
I’m very excited and a little bit nervous. He’ll do well. He’s come very far. He’ll go even farther.
… gotta go – he needs help with his tie… my boy’s all grown up :o(
PS – knitting soon – I promise