We call her Val

Words still somewhat fail me, as I try to recap Clare's graduation from Marist. It was impressive, and inspiring, and capped off a terrific six years so very well. 

She learned that she had earned the title of Valedictorian a few weeks prior to graduation, with a fun announcement in home room. But the official designation was awarded to her at the awards assembly held three days before graduation. At this event, she also earned the award for most outstanding student in AP Spanish (her third year in a row for the Spanish award), AND the Scholar Athlete Award - which came with a medal. Between that and her Valedictorian medal, she was a bit noisy - an "awesome flex" as her friends described it.

The Baccalaureate Mass was held outside on the football field, and thankfully we were blessed with some lovely weather! Donna and Larry arrived the night before, so we were an (almost) full crew. Danny served as an altar server, and Clare as a Eucharistic Minister, and it was just a peaceful, special evening. 

The graduation ceremony itself was bright and early the next morning. Clare and I headed over extra early, she to rehearse and me to save seats. She was excited, and happy, and unbelievably relaxed. She was enjoying every moment, and it was truly delightful to see! 

Her valedictory address came about halfway through the ceremony, and was preceded by the awarding of the AJC Cup, the second-highest honor awarded to a Marist Senior. The award "recognizes the Best All-Around Senior" as voted by the faculty and administration. And it was awarded to our Clare! 

She no sooner returned to her seat from accepting the award when it was time to give her speech. WHICH SHE CRUSHED. I continue to get compliments on it! The writing was fantastic, the delivery so confident and assured. We were all blown away! Or, as Grampy said, "left speechless."

So many people have commented how proud we must be. That feels like an understatement! But while these accolades are so very impressive, I am most proud that Clare said she is left with no regrets about her time spent at Marist. I can think of no better way to move on, and begin the next chapter.