what a beautiful age. A page still white as snow, the morning light pens its first line: a step away from home, a journey toward dreams.
Parents stand at the door, smiles touched with tears— reflections of time gone by, of love and care that never loosen their hold. Once upon a time, you were still sleeping soundly in swaddling clothes; now, with backpacks on, you set off toward distant mountains and rivers.
The dawn of college is warm— there, pages flutter with knowledge, friendship quietly catches fire, and the light of truth begins to shine gently within.
May you— never forget the figure waiting by the lamplight, never forget the familiar hands in the kitchen, never forget the love of the Lord, walking beside you always, guarding your path ahead.
And your parents will learn a new kind of caring— to release, to pray, to plant quiet hope in the empty-nest nights.
This is a new chapter of life, for children, for parents, for every soul shaped by shared growth. May the Lord Himself comfort the sorrow of parting, and may faith run deeper than tears.
Let us gather now and bless you: the sky ahead is vast and bright. You are no longer just your parents’ child— you are a new traveler in this world.
From this day on, no matter how far you go, never forget the way home. No matter how busy life gets, keep the light of faith burning in your heart. In the Lord,
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