Ryan was just a tiny little towhead when I met his mom. Though he doesn't carry any of my DNA, over the last eleven years, he's become my son in all the ways that matter.
He graduated from high school yesterday afternoon.
My wife and I spent all of our free time this week preparing our house to receive friends and family from all over the place who will be joining us for the official graduation ceremony tonight, and I find myself at an uncommon loss for words to mark this occasion.
I can only hope that "I am so very proud of him" will suffice, because that's about all I can think or say before I turn into a blubbering little baby.