Proud, or what?

I've just come back from a couple of days away attending my daughter's graduation. To say I was a proud Dad would be the understatement of the year. Her sister, who graduated a couple of years ago, was there too, which made it extra special. And the ex and I got on fine, which made it even better. Eight hundred miles in the car (with trailer - I had to take all her stuff back to her Mum's as well) and three days well spent.