Way to Go, Baby.

This last Saturday, Sambino made his way across the stage of the McCormick Center in downtown Chicago, shook the hand of the Dean of the University of Chicago Booth School of Business, and accepted his diploma.

A Masters of Business Administration, with an emphasis in Finance and Economics.

It was a bittersweet moment for all involved. Especially that tender hearted little Dean. So cute, just blubbering and ugly-face crying the night away. He's really gonna miss Sam...

I made quite a scene with Tiny Tuna strapped to my chest in my 4-inch heels, hoofing it to the train station... but the plentiful Harry Potter references throughout the night made it well worth it.

This b-school adventure has been indescribable. In fact, I'm not prepared to talk about it. I think I'll have to wait a couple of months after we've gotten settled in New York and I've had a moment to process it all before I can even begin to recap my thoughts and feelings about this experience. So don't even bring it up. I will say, being a business school wife here in Hyde Park slapped me right in the face and completely rocked my world. At the same time. Which, when experienced simultaneously, is rather exhilarating. I'm a changed woman.

Mostly because of these folks...

But I'm not gonna get into it! I told you I wasn't prepared to talk about it! Stop all your pryin' and snoopin'!

I am, however, prepared to talk about this guy:

Pictured here with his dad and his wee lit'l plate o' chocolate dipped strawberries.

What can I even say about my Sam? "I'm so proud," seems a little trite. I guess watching him work his little tush off for two years, accomplishing great things (things I could never, ever even think of accomplishing) and scaling the walls of greatness in general, just leaves me a little speechless.

One of the evening's key note speakers challenged each of the graduating class to "find his own cello." He said this in reference to Yo-yo Ma, one of the world's most renown cellists, who, before finding his niche as a cellist, was only mediocre at the violin. I loved the message. I felt inspired and proud.

More than anything I guess I'm just excited I get to watch Sam find his.

Congratulations to the class of 2011!