They must have been up all night I suspected

And the were way more tears than expected

predominantly from my dear father

With what composure he could muster

He hurried my mother to take a photo

Then through the sobs recited our motto “Never be afraid to try and aim high”

More like never be afraid to cry!

Fatherly effections aside, I was ready

Despite the new feeling in my belly

An unlimited vivacious future laid ahead

Fueled by kin who obviously cared

Emotional, yes. Passionate for sure we are

This same sentimetality will take me far