To My Mom and the Graduating Class of 2025 👩🏾‍🎓


Today, the skies opened up and poured everything they had—but no amount of rain could wash away the pride I feel in this moment. ☔️


To my mom: You did it. You walked through storms, both literal and symbolic, to earn that cap and gown. You stood tall—soaked, cold, tired, but unshaken. Watching you cross that stage was like watching a queen claim her crown. I couldn’t be prouder. 👑 You inspire me with your strength, your heart, and your refusal to give up even when the odds (and the weather) were stacked against you.


To all the graduates of 2025: Whether you walked across a dry stage or waded through puddles in heels and robes, you made it. 🎓 You pushed through late nights, hard classes, personal battles, and more—only to be met by a storm that didn’t let up. But you kept going. That’s what makes this class unforgettable. You didn’t just graduate—you conquered. ⚡️


Today was messy, wet, chaotic… and still absolutely beautiful. Because today wasn’t about perfect weather—it was about unstoppable people. And you all showed up and shined anyway. ✨


Congratulations, Class of 2025! Soaked or not, your light can’t be dimmed.


With love, pride, and a very wet umbrella,

Sha ☂️


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