My boy should have been wearing a mortarboard this month, but he's not. Had he stayed in college, he'd be lined up in cap and gown, his proud parents taking pictures and crying. Instead, he went through rehab. He's moved out of a "clean house" and into an apartment. He's working a full time job at a company he loves and just got a promotion. He's re-enrolling in school to finish his degree. He calls just to tell me he loves me, and that he never could have done it without my love, faith and support. There's no cap and gown, but I am still crying and I'm so very, very proud.