Saturday was it!! I walked, had my name called. Graduated with High Honors and Perfect Attendance from Le Cordon Bleu. Got to see my chef educators and tell them all about Italy. (they were envious)
Got to hug classmates, friends and family. All the things I haven't done for me since 1967. It was glorious! How can a stupid song make you misty eyed? How can hearing your name called make you feel on top of the world?