After years of archival research, chapters drafted and re-drafted, grad school extensions, and the birth of my first daughter, I finally received my Ph.D. in American History. My husband, father, and toddler daughter watched me receive my degree in a small January ceremony. I was proud of my accomplishment, but I think my father may have been prouder.
Seeds drift and flutter,
fields and cracks fill with flowers–
the glow of persistence
A Haibun for dVerse, where Lillian asks us to write about one shining moment. Something I just noticed–my dad never wore ties, but he wore one for this.