***All pictures courtesy of my sister-in-law, Ali. Thanks, Ali-A-Oh!
Let's try this again, shall we? It's the diet Coke version of my first draft, but it's the best I could muster.
I have a friend whose husband was finishing law school right as Adam was starting. I remember crafting her jealousy-laced emails thick with envy and lust. I wanted so badly to be where she was, standing at the top of the mountain, thumbing my nose and screaming, "Heeeyyyy yoouuuuu guuuuyyssss" at the low-lifes still making the climb without their Nalgenes in the hot July heat.
I only kid. She didn't thumb her nose at me. In fact, she offered me really good advice at the times when I most needed really good advice. My personal favorite: "If you think that homewrecker LaSat was bad, wait until you meet Barbie." She was so right. Everyone should have a Kate.
The first time Adam went through the stress of finals, I thought, "IF, and that's a big, fat, honkin' "if", he makes it through this, he won't be worth shooting." Turns out, the joke was on me, because not only did he make it, but he is STILL worth shooting! In fact, I'm typing this with one hand because I'm loading my gun with the other. Don't tell Adam, though. Democrat, and all that.
And speaking of democrats, here are the two Jewfriends who kept Adam sane. Bill and his fiance, Rachel are on the left and Ben and his wife, Daphna, the right. Ben will graduate in the Fall because he took a semester off to putter around the White House with Obama. I've had coneys bigger than Rachel and Daphna. Combined.
Adam, his parents, and I went to the Dean's Reception - which is a fancy cocktail party at the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum - to celebrate graduation.