The end of the most amazing semester of my life. The end of this blog – my chronicle of said semester. And now, the end of my college career.
But in order to have an ending, things must first have a beginning. They must take off somehow, be given flight or make flight themselves. These particular adventures were all given flight.
They owe their existence to a certain Cheryl and George Bourgault – my wonderful parents.
(photo of my and them)
When I was little, I never questioned who my biggest fans were. It was always them. They were the ones in the audience, cheering me on as I navigated childhood’s milestones.
It was them who hung up the canvases I’d paint, who smiled the biggest at my dance and violin recitals, who cheered the loudest at my track races.
It was them who made sure I knew my potential, that I knew how to push myself to get where I wanted to go. They picked me up when I was down and kept me going when I was up.
I’ve yet to see a match for their wisdom and wit, and their generosity and kind heartedness are all