Angelica and I rushed up to Hemet after work one night last week (in rush hour traffic, of course), but totally made it in time to see the twins graduate.
All four of us have now graduated in the Ramona Bowl. It's a familiar sight.
Stepping up to receive their diplomas.
And freshly graduated.
The twins are actually three months younger than I was when I graduated, so they're officially our family's youngest grads.
Mom and Dad are very excited that they got four daughters through high school.
This was our attempt at an awkward family photo. Unfortunately, I'm the only one who's good at being awkward.
And this was our sweet "Can you believe there's four of us?!" picture.
Daniel joined us at our celebratory P.F. Chang's dinner afterward.
Clearly we were the ones who were meant to be twins.
I love this picture purely for its weirdness.
The twins came back to school with Angelica and me, and we tried to show them a Point Loma good time: OB, burritos at the cheapest place we could find, Tuesday night distribution on the streets downtown, yogurt at Figi, Target and thrift stores, dorm time.
Rachel made us egg rolls one night, which we all enjoyed immensely. But oh Young Hall, you are so hard to cook in. Still, what a sweet line-up.
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