Last Sunday at church, all the graduating seniors stood up front. The youth pastor presented them to the congregation; we clapped and prayed. And I thought, “Wow, this is weird.”

See, I would swear it was just last year that I graduated from high school. Just last year that my biggest concerns were beating Wes at the class rank contest and figuring out how to wear my hair for prom, wondering if I’d like my roommate at Truman and worrying that my boyfriend might not wait for me to come home for a visit.

On the other hand, I know – even if I don’t want to admit it, even to myself – that in the blink of an eye, Annalyn is going to be the one standing at the front of a church on Senior Sunday.

I feel like I’m in an odd place – halfway between my teen years and hers. Stuck in the middle between my memories of my childhood and awareness of how fast hers will fly.

And as I’ve been thinking about this, I planned to dig up my graduation speech and share it with you all. I thought you might get a kick out of it. But tonight, when I opened my file cabinet and peeked into the folder where I saw it last . . . it wasn’t there.

My speech is missing!

And no, before you ask, of course I didn’t save it on a disk. Are you kidding? This was way back in 1997 – I didn’t have a computer then, believe it or not! I wrote my speech – the day before graduation – on a piece of paper, one that I color coded, carried through the ceremony and put it away for safekeeping.

And now it’s missing!

Also missing? My high school yearbooks. Now, you might be thinking, “Oh, they’ll turn up somewhere. After all, you probably haven’t even seen them in 12 years. Right?”

Wrong. Until a few months ago, my high school yearbooks sat on my bookshelf in my living room. I kept them handy, so every time Smitty or I would run into or randomly think of someone from the ol’ days, we’d look them up in the yearbook.

But when I moved the bookshelf to Annalyn’s room and put away all my books, I forgot to put my yearbooks in a handy location. I’m not actually sure what location they are in.

So now I’m missing my speech and my yearbooks. And all I have for you is this photo of a pasty white Mary on graduation day. (Go ahead, chuckle at my pale face. But just so you know, I was sick. Now don’t you feel bad?)

Happy Graduation Season, friends. Stay cool.

What’s your favorite graduation memory? And do you know where my yearbooks are?

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