"It's just Tetris."

These were some of the snaps I posted on Instagram this weekend—of the drive up to graduation weekend with my husband, daughter, brother, niece and son's best friend, of the graduation itself, of packing up the car with the belongings of not one, but two college kids, of my son, tired and happy at the end of it all. These pictures are fairly random and by no means a complete record. But I want to remember this moment in the life of our family, when it was so piercingly clear to my husband and me that our son, who is named after his father and his grandfather, the third in that fine line, is now a fully made man.

And the title of this post? That's what my daughter insisted when her brother complained that her stuff had taken up all the space in the car, leaving no room to pack his. In fact, there was not enough room, so my son and his dad will head back to Ithaca this weekend to get the rest of his belongings. The silver lining is the bonding time they will have driving there and back, just the men together. And my husband will have the experience of spending the night in the house where our son lived this past year, which our daughter dubiously dubbed "The Bro' House" because there wasn't a woman's touch to be seen anywhere.