Feeling a little RED

Last night I went to the University of Utah to see Nadia's dance concert. Anja made it though the first 40 minutes then we had to leave. We walked around President's Circle for a good hour. It got me thinking; I AM OLD. I graduated from the U in 1995. Back then, there was only the communications department defined by either print or broadcast. Now, there are so many subdivisions I can't keep track.

As I watched my little girl climb the steps to Libby Gardner and Kingsbury Hall, it struck me that she may not go to the U. What could be worse? She could turn out blue-- as in BYU. What would we do? Withhold the college money we have set aside? Bribe her into going to her parents old stomping ground with a shopping spree? Refuse to let her drive our cars? Really, there isn't much. I know, the bigger picture is a college degree--not where she goes...

((WARNING--NICHOLE IS GETTING ON A SOAPBOX))

Going to college is not an optional for my children. Not going after high school isn't an option. Not getting in one or two semesters before a mission isn't an option. College just isn't an option-period. Marriage before a degree will be a hard sell to us. Between Rich and I we have five degrees-- what does that mean? Education is a big deal to us.

So, as I watched my little girl climb those stairs that seemed too big for her today, I snapped a picture, hoping someday to show her how far she has come as she stands on those same stairs in her cap and gown.