We're never ready to graduate.

Graduation is getting to the top and realizing the valley that awaits.

We had been tasked to get some helium balloons to tie at the end of the driveway so people would know where the graduation party was. We’d picked three: two pink hearts and a round white “congrats” balloon.

Within an hour, only the white balloon remained; the two hearts had slipped their surly bonds and lofted upwards, exploding somewhere high above when…